Lyrics
I could not fix any fault,
although on the grass and under a sun
I dream of me sweetly in love.
I always feel how the pain gnaws
all my meat and all my bones,
then it turns ardor.
I havenīt been very just, you know,
another time in the wrong side,
how could I control myself?
drowned in pest and penetrated,fine...
I can smell it,itīs decaying my soul,
itīs razing skin,meat and bones,
then it turns ardor
I enjoy to feel it,itīs decaying my flesh,
is far the meadow that I dreamed
where I was in love.
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