I feel the pulsing of the drums,
as if they knew my destiny.
It's the moon that burns, it's the omen of blood on my way
and so? I found you next to the flowers,
as the fortune teller told me
That one day with your love I would paint pain for you ...
And I got lost in your cinnamon perfume
and in your labyrinth-flavored kisses
and right now nothing comforts me or this watercolor sky
that with tears
How it hurts, to love her so much
I went back addicted to the poison of his lips ..
I feel the walk of my demons,
that go to the beat of my heartbeat ..
I do not know if your love is an extra blessing or is my punishment ..
And I got lost in your cinnamon perfume
and in your labyrinth-flavored kisses
and right now nothing comforts me or this watercolor sky
that with tears
How it hurts, to love her so much
I went back addicted to the poison of his lips
I went back addicted to the poison of his lips.
I feel the pulsing of the drums,
as if they knew my destiny, my destiny.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)