Son of venus

Inhaling the smell of your hair
Cloudy smoke turns into dizzy air
Like salty taste of your skin and of soap
A drop of sweat is running down your back so pure

Rain falls down on my knees in the street
Hair on your neck is standing so still
May I try to raise a smile on your face
Son of Venus, my muse, goodbye

The deep embrace has not been lasting for long
Silence burnt your skin, your strange eyes got so cold
Paper dishes fill my wooden floor
but it´s not your sperm
but it´s not your sperm
it´s tears

Rain falls down on my knees in the street
Hair on your neck is standing so still
May I try to raise a smile on your face
Son of Venus, my muse, goodbye