Ilegal
Cultura Profética
Illegal
Having your eyes must be illegal
And even more so if when you look you only inspire to sin
That peculiar smile of playing lethal tempt
Those skills that you do know how to use to kill
You have armed yourself perfectly
to make me agonize
So slow death
Meanwhile, your violent mouth bursts
Inside my mouth, like lightning a storm
Your hands warm the skin just by touching it
My hands are playing to know your back
With all the calm it lengthens
The delight in my expedition towards your buttocks
And there is only one version
A single total sample of perfection
You fill the room with light with your neon glow
And I, without work, release that one last button that they are
It's only twelve and no voices are heard
Only fine moans, sounds of enjoyment
To close the night with a flourish
I reach your ear and whisper this chorus
That was nothing, I'm already in black confidence
If you give me the morning
I take you until the full night
That was nothing, I'm already in black confidence
If you give me the morning
I take you until the full night
Your hands warm the skin just by touching it
My hands are playing to know your back
With all the calm it lengthens
The delight in expedition towards your buttocks
And there is only one version
A single total sample of perfection
You fill the room with light with your neon glow
And I read it enjoying the fire
That was nothing, (noo) I'm already in black confidence
If he gives me the morning
I take you until the full night