My lips touched cigarettes glow
Let me be the cancer in your lungs
I want to be your end
When you're my death, I’ll be your saint
I am the cancer in your lungs
To the wastelands I brought stones
And from dust I’ve built a home:
our last residence
The last way to heal your bends
my sun, my love, my holy.
When you wanted to flee,
Who was it, who cured your disease?
My stones broke your legs,
So now you can stay with me
Your hands are shaking gently
I have fastened the nails in firmly,
I gently kiss your wet cheek
The summer sun sets, my love.
I have crucified my love.
You can not leave, my dear.
We will die together here.