Blood boils, my heart burns
You in this life, I do not have enough.
In the fire of my body, wounds and scars
I'm very hurt because of the Queen of Spades.
It is my damage - burn away from separation,
But I must suffer and endure the torment,
Every drop of my blood vsee,
Boil begins with grief and pain.
From grief to leave, to escape from my pain
That's my goal, but I can not so in the coming soon -
Drop you quench your thirst for blood
And this disease is called LOVE!