You will be the dark night where i will burn
the beams of this house that still standing
i will drink your blood and put your skin
i will writte your name in each wall
it wasnt matter of one day, or two, or three
as a tiger to their prey I round up you
because you smell like grass,
because you taste like jungle
because someone broke the mold
there is nothing like
because you smell like the ground
because you taste like woman
when nobody can see us
up to the attic
Time only pass in who does not see you
who sleeps at your side lost the faith
that another live can exists that can be
better than walking up you in the dawn
and even if things come off balance
we always invent strength to grow
because you smell like grass,
because you taste like jungle
because someone broke the mold
there is nothing like
because you smell like the ground
because you taste like woman
when nobody can see us
up to the attic
when nobody can see us
up to the attic