Delícia/luxúria
Sophia Chablau e Uma Enorme Perda de Tempo
Delight/Lust
The smell of the car
The engine vibrating delight lust
All that's left for me is sin
If you don't want it, I can't do anything for us
You distort me
Like any sound that invades my ears
Or pulses at the core of every being an inaudible theme
The smell of the car
The engine vibrating delight lust
All that's left for me is sin
If you don't want it, I can't do anything for us
But if you do
And there's nothing to contain or hold back this lust
My vertigo, my sorrow
My excuse, my dragon's remains
The smell of the car
The engine vibrating delight lust
All that's left for me is sin
If you don't want it, I can't do anything for us
You distort me
Like any sound that invades my ears
Or pulses at the core of every being an inaudible theme
The smell of the car
The engine vibrating delight lust
All that's left for me is sin
If you don't want it, I can't do anything for us
But if you do
And there's nothing to contain or hold back this lust
My vertigo, my sorrow
Excuse, my dragon's remains
