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.