Throwing it away the thousand of troy
tanya my jill, my heart , the boytoy...

Yes the booming of the underground
indescribable feeling, my constant...

Delicious fire humming my taste
momina do hear my speak and filthy waste...

Random colours sparkling about
missing kisses of love, not thirst...

Where are you, where is my heart
my beat psy or uplifting- torn apart...

My dear brother if you can hear me
sniffing constantly...

800 years after that passion,
People walking around-black or white choose your...

Each time I think of you,
My eyes blur, tears too do...

Stepping suddenly of those wicked images,
Destroying and burning my eyes to this very day...