"Retribution"
Even the air is dense, breathing is an ordeal
As
look you Loving you is a martyrdom
So far these
Loving other
Miles, strange
Human beings no
soul Condemned
hand in your soul, your body
For a piece of metal, paper
...
to what you call money.
Dime therefore
How much is a minute of your time,
One touch of your fingers,
A single rose of your lips?
my love.
What voice do not see it die?
What if my money does not have the courage?
If your answer is the silence from your lips.
Close your eyes
Stretch out your hand and get it
The most precious jewel that I have
for nothing
Nothing I demand
my heart in pledge
One night with you.
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