Life is but a flower Which wrinkles with devour I do not trust in lustful joys Death do prove them all but toys I am a servant, I am a slave Death reaps
Life is but a flower which wrinkles with devour I do not trust in lustful joys, death do prove them, all but toys. I am a servant, I am a slave, death
ترجمة: الجحيم ، دي. التحرير.
Let me try on your dress, it turns me on when we're a mess Something's kickin' in, I smell the summer on your skin I'm sick of being down, we're coming
Anger seeds sown once in not buried past Hatred grows With the thoughts of a liberation See my eyes and you shall see They're deeper than the blackest
Let me try on your dress, it turns me on when we're a mess Something's kicking in, I smell the summer on your skin I'm sick of being down, we're coming
