like white towels floating the mist through the cold city
he makes cobblestones wet and the streets shine dull
out of my hallway is a yellow light shred
he gets me out of the darkness a pale face of child
I think the girl but do you know
which is barely thirteen year
and flees already in the twilight
and has been night in the hair
Battalion D'Amour
two slender young hands caressing her breast
I'm going over, touching by a warm breath of lust
and the skin on the wet road as touching
their shadows silence seduce
touch in the love
as in a labyrinth
we can not defend ourselves
if's just starting
he makes cobblestones wet and the streets shine dull
out of my hallway is a yellow light shred
he gets me out of the darkness a pale face of child
I think the girl but do you know
which is barely thirteen year
and flees already in the twilight
and has been night in the hair
Battalion D'Amour
two slender young hands caressing her breast
I'm going over, touching by a warm breath of lust
and the skin on the wet road as touching
their shadows silence seduce
touch in the love
as in a labyrinth
we can not defend ourselves
if's just starting
Battalion D'Amour
