La colère n’est parfois qu’un reflet de la peine. Il n’y a que les mots d’une chanson qui comptent réellement, et l’envie qui s’y dissimule…

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Sometimes I shouts, sometimes I burst

But my love, I give you a truce

As long as my body wants yours

We shall survive the next days

And when your fingers slide on my neck

I wanna do bad things with you

Before the day gets up

Make of me your pupil

Before the night goes away

Come to play the villains

Your lips of my stomach my cheek

I wanna do bad things with you

Come to dance on my body

Adjust, please, all the agreements

I know the air of your song

Trust the diapason

Under my mouth, I feel your pulse

I wanna do bad things with you

There is only that which gives me life

When under your body mine shivered

Why to cry to love so much?

Fear of the life, the evil spell

Before being old and mad

I wanna do bad things with you

Oh baby, sheets are cold

Thus come to warm them

Oh my love, forgets my words

And my heart which rings false

Burn my doubts, burn everything

I wanna do bad things with you

Be soft, be a hooligan

I wanna do bad things with you

Belong to me up to the end

I wanna do bad things with you

Written by Éva Dupea.

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