2021.01.29.
Gasoline and Matches
My destiny is to die charred,My girlfriend must have sworn to do so.
She invented a new game:
She sprinkles me with gasoline and set me on fire,
And I burn, I burn of love.
Enough with the matches,
Don't mess with fire!
But she doesn't listen to me
And she doesn't want to understand my love.
This is my torment,
Maybe she likes me charred.
Of course, she's a little crazy,
But I fell in love with her.
With that cursed game
She has fun with matches, to set me on fire,
And I burn, I burn of love.
Stop with the matches,
It's a little daring game!
I don't want to end up roasted,
'Cause I already have the fire here, in my heart.
This is my torment,
Maybe she likes me charred.
Of course, she's a little crazy,
But I fell in love with her.
With that cursed game
She has fun with matches, to set me on fire,
And I burn, I burn of love!