When it does a man
To preserve her love...

Laying next to you, you touch my body
You become my soul, In complete harmony...

In the break of dusk
Without the sunlight to impose...

Invisible pink roses turning the wind
Tuneful sound, beautiful rush, tasteful lust...

What if
There were no violence...

Limited in amount,
Lie stretched out...

In the position of the life here
Where not to be, being where I will remain...

Tip-toes on an icy silver blue
In the eye of dawn by a wintry hain...

It is like love
But I don't know if she do...

I know that you've made it clear
That you have good intentions...

The night passed
The sun's shinbone...

Love, love, a habit I dressed in
Which of your cloth was cut...