Red relative

the desires palpitabing,
thunding...singing...crying
in the night on the suckle´s
paola...oh...paola
the tedium that night´s big,
calling,searshing
one prince ideal ,but´s the
lady of castle

the your´re red relative
don´t stain of love,n´ but
singing too inside of you
for you big solitude n´ why...
go...to love you a-lot that night
n´ tomorrow to return´re who
don´t to funing why
searshing thing more easy be going

the buhful out but cape
fleing of night...be diluting
in the eyes´s
paola..oh...paola
played hiding,to hiding
n´ showind,searshing
your hunters,n´ in so now´s the
prey of that forest the your´re red relative...etc

n´don´t relaxing now
alones screen n´ you (emit a-lot punishment
keyboard n´soul
to demostrarte this wiht that...
a-lot forms there´s of sex

the desires palpitabing...etc

the your´re red relative...etc X2