You are uncontrollable and unpredictable,
The spirit of active volcano Vesuvius,
Everyone says you’re nasty and furious
I’m on the verge of my craziness ‘cos of you.
I stand on your doorstep, I must meditate:
Shall we be joint or shall we separate?
My Angel or Demon? Do I mistake?
One step is left to make me insane!
Don’t push me to sins, don’t drive me to fit,
I ask you, “Become my shelter, my pier.”
Don’t push me to sins, don’t drive me to fit,
I ask you, “Become my shelter, my pier.”
You can’t run away from your fate, pass a shot,
In proper time I will moor in my port,
I’ll give you a hug that’s frantic and tight,
I’ll stick to you with my body and mind.
Don’t push me to sins, don’t drive me to fit,
I ask you, “Become my shelter, my pier.”
Don’t push me to sins, don’t drive me to fit,
I ask you, “Become my shelter, my pier.”