I had this fantasy about you,
but three nights could make it cramble through
the ocean of your silence.

My horny-princess-whore
you were but utero's door,
now, is so tighly closed...

Whatever will be
of our love you will see
it made you a woman.
Our hearts, let them bleed
until they fill the sea
with the blood we had mixed.

I cannot feel me like one more
in your life 'cos you are my whore,
part of my own perception.

I know the people come and go
but my voice is the strongest to show
I'm a tatoo in your heart.