brightman, sarah
tu
sin mas porque
tu que besame
tu me tienes de furriel
de un roto de tu piel. tu
como la cal
que humeda es mortal
blanqueas mi razon
calando hasta el colchon. tu
tu. tu
montada en mi
yo
motura hostil
me abrazas con los pies
y yo lamo el arnes. tu
y sin ti yo no. tu
y sin ti ya no. tu
me has hecho dimitir
y hoy yo se dice asi: tu
tu. you
with no reason at all
you
kiss me
you got me feeding
a broken part of your skin
as the lime
which
when wet
is mortal
you whiten my senses
soaking to the mattress
riding on me
me
hostile rider
you hold me with your feet
and i lick the harness
and without you not me
and without you no more
you've made me resign
and today by me you say: you
you.