I don't... they go from the soul
Taking away my reason
Her arm undresses me, leaving me cold
She is my fantasy
She is my hobby
Chasing slow death
Cutting my Heart
La petite morte
Anda, she goes
Without her love
Life crashes to me
My street, without destination
My path, my loneliness
Slowly the past hurts me
My soul can't take it anymore
She is a shadow
A doubt of emotion
Calling the slow death
Shutting up my Heart
La petite morte
Go ahead and go she
Without her love
Life crashes to me (2x)
His love set my blood on fire
I can't find my peace
I beg slow death
Give me your Heart now
Give me your Heart
Give me your Heart< br/>Repeat
La petite morte
Anda, she goes
Without her love
Life crashes for me (2X)

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