It's a new feeling
What keeps my life high is the passion in my throat
Eros that becomes words
Your strange inhibitions are not part of sex
The mythical desires of Libyan prostitutes
The sense of possession that was pre-Alexandrian
Your voice, like the chorus of Ulysses' sirens, chains me
And it's beautiful to get lost in this spell
It's beautiful to lose yourself in this spell
All the muscles of the body ready for mating
In Japan geishas abandon themselves to love
Your strange inhibitions that trigger pleasure
Tantric Shaivism of Dionysian style
The pornographic struggle of the Greeks and Latins
Your skin like an oasis in the desert still captures me
And it's beautiful to get lost in this spell
It's beautiful to get lost in this spell
The mythical desires of Libyan prostitutes
The sense of possession that was pre-Alexandrian
Your voice like the choir of the sirens of Ulysses chains me
And it's beautiful to lose yourself in this spell
It's beautiful to lose yourself in this spell

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