When you show your acrobatic art so tremble I
We are the same but yet so different the inner crust of the earth
As well as the lava that flows out of the mountain
It is love that takes its right
And there is nothing I can deny
The first rear of you was in a queue for the bus
I could feel the perfume scent around my neck
Since then, everything has revolved a hundred and eighty
And all of this passion kills everything else around
Is a poison arow that sits in me
The do not want to let go