Paroles :
My father, his gold, you’ll have to steal.
My brother, my blood, I’ll have to kill.
In return, maybe, I’ll be your queen.
Your lands, you earned them.
I don’t want a child, get away,
Even if it is mine.
Don’t want to be with you,
Have to leave you alone.
I can’t stay by your side, even if I just want to
Be you, right now.
Your lives have to end,
By my knife, tonight.
It is not gonna hurt,
Do not hide, do not fear.
You will just have a sleep, long sleep,
Calm sleep.
Photo : Emilio Ferrarelli
Mix et Master par Le commissaire.
