Cold was my trouble and desolated was my mind
i rest
like a mistress
and drop a rose in the rain
so i fade
in the darkness
and you cant'hope my reapparence
but your green bleeding eyes
observe me and dicsclose my lies
and my soul put me down into the whirl of pleasure
and your soul follow me down into this whirl
that way out don't have
dealty pale was my face
when you asked me to follow you
i rest like a prisioner in a whirl of pleasure
and so naive in the splendour of your consacration
but i want another world
where i will rest in peace
slow slide down one drop of honey
we were passion in fire belong to only whirl