When Vicious Things Will Be the Saint

Silly tenderness’s wanted with body For what reason its brilliant bloom Heart was hurting more often, it’s hurting It was tempting to somewhere like doom. Here the banal things took their beauty And the vicious things will be the saint And black colour’ll be white in the future Something hard will be easy, it’s fate. So long time I have breath without patience Can I feed youthful fired brains? And I give trough the shade of temptation Just new sense for the words, just new sense. And the serious things will be funny And the laughable will be the great All is coloured, the being is sunny All’s decorous according the fate. Silly tenderness’s wanted with body And the passion is stronger today I want feel with my skin you in hunting I want you without something delay. And the banal things took their beauty And the vicious things will be the saint And black colour is white, my future made the hard things so easy, it’s great.