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.