Meine Qual ist Deine Lust

Nachts wenn du schläfst bin ich lebendig
Mein Tag ist deine Dämmerung
I'll murder you...

jueves, enero 02, 2014

There's this story of a gift
a precious and valuable present
given from boy to girl
or girl to boy,
I couldn't care, I don't know
if they were in love.
I'll just say that they weren't unfair to each other.

It's was not many years ago
Definitely there wasn't a kingdom by the sea
Maybe it wasn't that far at all
I couldn't care, I don't know.
But deep inside I tried to reach
the true meaning of the whole.

I could have been yesterday
Or the day after tomorrow
I don't know, I couldn't care.
But I think you should enjoy
The story of a little head
And a little head
Joined together by a simple thought.

I couldn't care, I really don't know!
She was so shy and he so dangerous.
A simple decorated box
from his hands to her goes.
To her it could have been crystal
 with a souvenir dressed in gold.

I cannot know if I exaggerate,
I'm not lying, I couldn't care.
Red cheeks were much more important
and she wasn't able to know that.
Even though she wouldn't dare to talk
all words between they were said
and, between their eyes, everything was done.

It might have been today,
or tomorrow,
I mean it, I couldn't care
and know it, I don't.
Furthermore, there's something
I would like to hold.

Maybe, for an instant,
she would have said 'I miss your aura,
your essence and those secrets behind that smile'
We wouldn't know if she'd mean it,
but those thoughts keep the heart warm.
Even though tomorrow are gone
To immortalize it I would like the most!

I love you.