Letter to someone
I found my beautiful treasure buried in your past
Coffret and Pandora's box, everything to lose or gain
Case of awareness of having to choose between love and friendship
Time stops in her arms, the world disappears between her thighs
My soul stumbles in her gaze but finds peace deep in his vices
The time for gentle violence has turned into sacrifice
I don't want to dance with the devil, but I can't help it
I feel a flame growing within me which among friends is a sin
I don't want to shake the devil's hand, but I can't help it
I have experienced great growth immersed in his kisses
Soft caresses that still burn our two distant bodies
I left bites and tears there while trying not to fall
Pass sleepless nights of pleasure, living dark days of blues
Not being master of your desires, offering your heart to the slaughterhouse
Beautiful romance that I refuse to live in the closet
br/>I don't want to dance with the devil, but I can't help it
I feel a flame growing within me which among friends is a sin
I don't want to hold the hand of the devil, but I can't help it
I love you enough to do violence to me, I love him enough to deprive myself
I will wait in cruel silence for the hour of mourning has passed well
Hoping for deliverance to be able to give him everything

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