(Instrumental)
Something’s moving in the bedroom,
like the shadow of a thief,
slowly approaching the loot,
with a dress made of skin.
On its sweat sleeps the perfume
that reveals she is there.
From her throat escapes a mew,
perhaps her only small mistake.
She left her clothes scattered across the room floor,
barefoot, and disguised as herself,
trying to satisfy her little purse:
she’s got to make good use
of her natural resource.
Skirting round the chair,
she’s now over the bed;
the spring grins with the shyness
of the regular betrayer.
And each eye is like a glow
that comes from a lemon slice;
her breast grazes my chest,
her nipples point to the sky.
She takes my dick and guides it into her pussy,
then she bends until the contact’s complete.
Her legs remain separated over my body.
She has brought honey…
and she starts to spread it.
Climb to the merry-go-round,
sensual sweet swaying,
few words, other noises,
tongues occupied playing.
She squeezes me like a grapefruit,
I let her do her best.
She may leave me drained
but I’ll have eternity to rest.
And when she comes she arches her body,
she screams and it’s all like something divine.
She’s got the secret to enjoy:
it’s to be hungry only
from time to time.
Baby, it’s been, it’s been so fine this time,
As perfect as a circle, it’s been rough and quiet.
We’ve found the exact point between the ocean and the sky,
Each movement that you’ve made has been exactly to my taste.
Baby, it’s been, it’s been so fine this time,
We’re growing, we are learning, and our steps are fast.
We’ve made our bed the shrine and prison of our lives.
Our days were full of lies until we turned them into nights.
Baby, we’ve been, we’ve been so far this time,
We’ve reached the mountaintops, and we’ve been even higher,
The world was so small, like a miniature from above,
We’ve fucked between the clouds, where no one heard our shouts.
When we’re not alone, each glance is a search, for the link is so strong
That there’s no need to talk or wink.
I understand the words you’re trying to say to me, I understand that you are playing.
We’re immortal, and it doesn’t matter what others call a sin.
Baby, it’s been, it’s been so fine this time,
A little trip to heaven on the wings of lust.
I like it like no other thing I’ve ever done in my life,
And baby, it’s been so fine this time.
Listen, love: you put the world in my hands
When you tore down the wall that had always been there,
When you built words and chased away my shyness,
When you messed up my hair with your sweetness.
You, my man: you put the world in my hands,
and it was worth leaving behind those rumours,
from my mind, and from the mouths of people.
You crossed the street and I crossed the street with you.
And you brought to my side the quiet sound of the night,
and the questions I had never asked, and the tears on my linen….
And your body put the world in my hands.
I felt your strength pushing up between my legs,
I got wet, I felt I needed to receive you in my secret door.
I was going to light a candle
so there would be no way to lose the path.
I kissed you with passion, I kissed you hungrily,
You broke my silk, and with it you…
And with it, you put the world in my hands.
Then I saw that there’s not much in many things
we think we need but they are stories,
like biology or technology,
they’re all so wrong, the little ones
whose little minds don’t say just:
“Darling, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me….
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me……
and so, tonight you’re here,
…so, you know what my glance means….
make love to me, cum inside me…
And then again, I’ll have the world in my hands.
Move with me, I can’t describe or explain,
move with me, my deepest love, move with me,
Take me to the place I like to be.
Do you think that you drink to drown your sorrow?
Don’t you see that tomorrow
it will grow, it will be strong?
Do you think that your life is written somewhere?
Is it yesterday that you prefer?
Can’t you imagine a different way?
Don’t you know that your steps brought your body
to this place where there’s nobody
You really need to know?
Take off your socks and your pants,
and so, you’ll be saving money, and you will not have to hurry.
Almost naked, she will come.
Don’t speak of love or anything like that,
don’t forget it’s a brothel, it’s like a grocery store,
But it opens at night.
Don’t you try to think they’re girls as you’ve known,
They will fuck you like no other, but they will fuck with anyone
As soon as you leave.
So, don’t tempt the devil, don’t you try to make a wager,
and prepare to fly to the moon…now, Ingrid enters the room.
(Instrumental)
We like to fuck, me and the one I love.
We like to improve, me and the one I love.
We strip our clothes with the rush of wildness,
The bed is like a parachute.
And her lips are like the gates
Of a vast, mysterious place,
Where I come from, and I love to forget.
Sometimes he’s up, sometimes he’s down,
Sometimes he’s like a serpent through my gown.
He’s soft and strong, he’s anything I want,
And his movements are always a surprise.
He embraces me with his strength,
I feel the changes in his length,
Like a sculpture, me and the one I love.
I love it when she says: Baby, I’m not tired of being your soldier,
Or the handle that you use the way you want.
Other boys are always joking; they enjoy drinking and smoking,
And they think that sex is just another option that they have.
But you’re so smart, you know the exact size, the precise measure,
And we fit like puzzle pieces, like lock and key.
Every night contains a treasure, a flying chance to reach the pleasure,
So the day we keep the mystery until we meet between the sheets.
Then we can say: “Bed at last”,
At first slow, but later fast,
We like to fuck, me and the one I love.
We like to play, me and the one I love,
We hate to bore, me and the one I love.
We keep our games in a hidden box,
And the source we found simply has no end.
When you’re passionate in this way,
Others think it isn’t sane,
They talk of things they don’t understand.
I let her do, there’s a lot of trust,
She takes command, sacred queen of lust.
She half-closes her eyes, and she moans,
She cums, I cum, I moan, and at last she screams…
Then we fall from sky to ground,
All her words are lovely sounds,
Naked, tired, me and the one I love.
If there’s something beside you that you like, why don’t you take it?
Why do you let the flowers wither in the rain?
Life offers a thousand ways that you must travel in just three days,
Hurry, try to reach the passion, for there is no time to waste.
Let us tell you this: People, if there’s something that drives you crazy,
That looks very much like a reason to be alive,
Fight for it and then renew it; it’s alive if it is moving. Don’t repeat it as a recipe,
Don’t you let it be a need. If you don’t do it, then one day,
You’ll find yourself doing the same sad old thing.