I Love Fire
I love fire to burn and to be burnt alive
This is a well known fact ...
love causes burnt wounds and
sleepless nights
Someone's lost flute is taken care
by someone who loves somewhere
The rest of the youth is still alive
throughout your eyes
On the open back of the full moon
I still feel overwhelmed,
still scattered at night
Whether you do love or not
searching fire, I roam on the river side
I never want to burn your home
Stand still in suspicion
Keep some acting stored
Nobody knows ...
when the rebellion starts as such
For sure, I still love fire very much
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