[When I leave,

there won't be anything of me left.

I'll blend with the Earth, the only true God.

Yet the love I gave to you, and the love I recieved's echo

will shout like a beautiful sound forever.]

Two animals with "savage" as verb,

with deathly embrace,

with glittering and cursed lineage

under the rain they walk.

They're alive, they've molted.

And this poisoned world...

They fool the God under their feet.

Nobody shuts their mouth,

nobody knows their wounds.

Suitcase and heading directly to the Sun.

They've set fire on their clothes,

they've learnt to dance life.

Don't steal their freedom;

they're children of the verb "love".

Flesh blessed by the Earth.

"Long live the mad lovers!"

Chest cries their war song out.

"Hurray for this revolution!"

And hurray for the love who desperately kiss

in case this moos was the last time.

On the sins book they sweared

forget about the fear of losing.

Nobody shuts their mouth,

nobody knows their wounds.

Suitcase and heading directly to the Sun.

They've set fire on their clothes,

they've learnt to dance life.

Don't steal their freedom;

they're children of the verb "love".

Nobody shuts their mouth,

nobody knows their wounds.

Suitcase and heading directly to the Sun.

They've set fire on their clothes,

they've learnt to dance life.

Don't steal their freedom;

they're children of the verb "love".