Soror Dolorosa - 43° lyrics

Crackles in my veins That's not a shame To fall asleep on a carpet of dead And to have a mournful disease 43° 43° in my veins And the sun blows inside my head At the light of this dying winter My body wasn't used to embrace Until the crackling in my veins The limit of degrees is reached Before being considered as a clinic dead 43° in my head 43 enough to flow all Enough to flow all The meat and chocolate Struggling in trembling words To spread an idea of sensation Blows through my veins A young girl just sat next to me Is reading a weird book And she just said to me Her innocent word, yes You can take my... Her innocence, third Yes A young girl just sat next to me Is reading a weird book And she just said to me Her innocent word Yes you can take My pain to write those lines When degrees are too strong The brain infiltrates regions and landscapes Behind the window and the rail The continuity That leads me away Out of 43° degrees That break my grave Hardly and slowly And the word of this innocent girl That breaks my life And The face of this innocent girls Rapes my life Ordinary