I wanna fly to freedom,
take away this iron chains.
I wanna feel your soft hand among my face,
and be slave of your red, juicy lips.

I don’t wanna live downwards this shadow,
I wanna cover up in your arms,
and take a voyage to the calm, tranquil world,
I wanna see your deep eyes and full them of me.

I'm only asking for a quick look,
or just a tender touch by my hair.
I don't wanna live down this slavery,
I prefer being your slave and get free from this lifelessly.

I wanna be the owner of your sensual body,
be slave of your being, plus feel your love,
I wanna be your care to take care of,
and your defence while you're defenceless.

I desire all this so much…
but it is really exasperating ask that to only
a simple fantasy, a simple imagination…
'Cause I ask it to something that isn’t, to you, and you aren’t.