One man lit up a torch, and his intentions were fire,

He happily tore my heart, with his dismissive manners

My friend, you begged me « take love easy », for love is my fever

I’d catch fire 100 times to see the ones who hate me happier

But I’d never betray my lover, for his smile was to layers

What the sun is to the skin : it engulfs desires

Every parcel of lie is a scar to unlawful lovers

Know, I’m sometimes a liar, but my heart is never

A figure in dark attire, he loved to watch me catch fire

I ve been breathing too much the perfume of embers

You wanted so bad the laughter, I wanted literature

Lover, I’ve been in love with fire, but a liar never