One woman lit up a torch, and her hair were fire,
She happily tore my heart, with her burning fingers
She begged me « take love easy », for love is my fever
I’d catch fire 100 times to see you happier

But I’d never betray your trust, for your smile is to layers
What the sun is to the skin : it engulfs desires
Every atom of lie is a scar to lovers
Traveler I’m sometimes a liar, but my heart is never

A witch in red attire, who loved to watch fire
I ve been breathing too much the perfume of embers
You wanted the laughter, I wanted literature
Traveler I’ve been in love with fire, but a liar never