Sur ton corps [English translation]

3 AM, I wake up

The tension is too high, mmh

I'm imagining your body

I get out, mmh

I devour your skin (I devour your skin)

I bite you a little too much

I want to take your pleasure as a treasure

Your gasps inspire me the most beautiful sceneries

I slide my fingers over your oh

And you still want more

Let me cherish you

Let me feel you bloom

Grant me a dance

If it's on your body

Honey flavoured violence

It's an oxymoron

What else do you need

if I give you comfort? (if I give you comfort?)

I deprive you

That hurts you

I calm down

You demand

I give you

You freak out

Menthol taste

I love you

The flowers will wither on the floor

Two, three kisses and I'll fly away

I scream, I cry to the antipodes

The harmony of our bodies echoes

Grant me a dance

If it's on your body

Honey flavoured violence

It's an oxymoron

What else do you need

if I give you comfort? (if I give you comfort?)

If I give you comfort?

If I give you comfort?

Grant me a dance

If it's on your body

Honey flavoured violence

It's an oxymoron

What else do you need

if I give you comfort? (if I give you comfort?)