Sleep Disease

So what if I like it?
So what if I'm addicted to it?
So what if I love her?
I understand the risks.
I know you're gonna cry
And throw everything at me.
I know you're gonna hate me
And feel free to kill me.

The red of your dress and the smoke,
Pretentious sins and a pleasure for cancer,
You love our liberty,
I love your attached strings
To paradise and red.

I know you're gonna try to forget
All about the pleasure, the passion and the sin.
But please,
At the end of this,
Leave me alone with my sadness.
An innocent sip from my red cup
And a kiss on my sweet deadly cigarette
I can't do anything but to absorb your moves
And feel free to want your flesh and beyond.

The gray of your smell and the sweetness,
A passion for blue and the sky with wings,
You love my dreams and my right to kill,
I love you high and seductive
With red and cigarette...