A rainy Tuesday; in a horrible way,
the dampness is comforting
From the messy bedroom,
I can hear, emotionally
Her dissatisfaction, greed,
jealousy and restrained distress
When it eventually goes away,
will she break me?
A rainy Tuesday;
I don‘t want to go to the bedroom
You‘re in hysterics; once again
I‘m entranced by your wrists
My distress eventually takes on
a life of its own and spills over
You‘ve broken me, just like you planned
So now you‘re fawning at my feet – are you out of your mind?
It‘s actually funny – you‘re ugly all over…
Roses, roses, roses,
the roses die in my spit; I have no tears tonight
Roses, roses, roses, I want to keep loving you, the past,
those sweet days we can‘t go back to
A rainy Tuesday, amid my headache and nausea
I convulse, your eyes run away, I‘ve caught you
I want to keep playing,
I want to feel you until get tired of you
Let‘s enjoy the limits of our greed
Your cries become screams,
your face becomes expressionless
Let‘s mingled our bodies pervertedly, more freely…
I fall deep, deep, deep, so deep it‘s like I‘m melting,
deeply, painfully, agonisingly into grief
I‘m drawn to the danger of drowning, to your attraction
Roses, roses, roses,
these flowers have no moisture, a frigid show time
When I let it flow, flow, flow,
like masturbating alone,
those days become empty and I regret them
Roses, roses, roses,
the roses die in my spit; I have no tears tonight
Roses, roses, roses,
I love you, the past, those sweet days…
A rainy Tuesday; in a horrible way,
the dampness is comforting
My new girlfriend‘s blood type is A,
confined to a wheelchair
You‘re a silent, fastidious, pure, unblemished rose
Let‘s pray every day
that you won‘t be the twelfth person to suffer