domingo, 2 de agosto de 2009

Louis

I can't resist you, what good is there in trying?
What good is there denying you're all that I desire?
Since first I kissed you my heart was yours completely
If I'm a slave, then it's a slave I want to be
Don't pity me, don't pity me

Give me your lips, the lips you only let me borrow
Love me tonight and let the devil take tomorrow
I know that I must have your kiss although it dooms me
Though it consumes me, your kiss of fire

-
No lo voy a traducir, porque cuando uno traduce cosas como estas mueren pájaros en África.


No hay comentarios: