80 mm of Love

Wandering again in this paradise of pain,
howling again,crying in vain.
Searching for the shadow of sun,
in this desert of mirrors where do I run?

In the dead of this night,
where do I find that light?
Which I followed so ardently!
which escaped me so violently!

I fall,I bruise,I cut myself,
yet I run to find myself.
To find a place up and above,
where I could find my 80 mm of love.

The love of my life,dressed in white,
a silent glow against that violent light.
And an aroma that pulls me in,
yes,it's love,love full of sins.

And a lover,who burns away so slow,
you may wonder where did she go!
Why then,she rose with the smoke,
or fell away with your gentle strokes.

She's the mistress you wish you had,
oh my lovely cigarette why are you so bad??