Welcome has arrived
In the fair moment
And to the suitable place
Not all the rich one puts on weight
Not all the good one is sinned
I will be your desires made legs
A recurrent idea of fascination
I will be a plot for your mind
The object and the cause of your perdition
And your good luck
Choir:
It counts of the one at the ten
And I hide where you can see me
It is my form of playing to the English hiding place
Kiss me once and for all
And I tie you to my bourgeois sofa
It is my form of playing to the hiding place
It is my form of playing to the hiding place
It is my form of playing to the English hiding place
Don‘t judge me, I am not of those
Alone because I have a mischievous mind
Not all the rich one puts on weight
Not the one that sins ties if he/she prays
I will be your desires echos legs
The one that dictates a sentence to you imagination
I will be a plot for your mind
The object and the cause of your perdition
And your good luck
Choir:
It counts of the one at the ten
And I hide where you can see me
It is my form of playing to the English hiding place
Kiss me once and for all
And I tie you to my bourgeois sofa
It is my form of playing to the hiding place
It is my form of playing to the hiding place
It is my form of playing to the English hiding place
It counts of the one at the ten and I hide where you can see me
ah!, ah!, ah!, ah!, oh!, oh!
It counts of the one at the ten and I hide where you can see me
one, two, one, two, one, two
one, two, two for five, ten.