Ayin Aleph

The spring, like a dress of an imigrant, was of course made without love.
1st Verse:
I want you with the strength of your fragrance,
I wet you with the bloody tears of violence...of violence...of violence...
When your hands come softly around my feelings,
I fall in a sexy maze of needings...of needings...of needings...
Chorus:
Army of my giants love fights inside every ones
And wins and losses all at once.
I bother you to understand,
Your gloomy vice will take you away till the end.
2nd Verse: