The pain leaves the traces,
There's no way to hide,
Let's join to the races,
Let's take a small ride.
You're seeing me coming,
Breathing into your neck,
You give me false odors,
You give me false tracks.
But I have a third eye,
For someone's soft spot,
Don't panic, my sweetheart,
You'll love it a lot.
Surrender, my dear,
And give me a kiss,
The death is a gate
To the ultimate bliss.
05.09.16