To ask the birds not to sing any more,
In the Earth turn any more,
In the rivers furthermore runs,
In the sun to shine any more but ask me never to like it more.
In the Earth turn any more,
In the rivers furthermore runs,
In the sun to shine any more but ask me never to like it more.
Not more to like it would be as to be planted a knife in the heart, because without Hell, there is no more me because Hell it is all my life.
JE T'AIME COMME IL N'EST PAS PERMIS D'AIMER. <3
