Azayel

She makes me kneel;

Take away my holy side and burn the fire;

And do not let me sleep in peace.

Stefanie, tell me that I have to become a man;

The Devil wants me to be cold;

For, to feel the cold heart, it avoids the suicide.

But I prefer to ask God that love overflows my heart;

Even if it bleeds.

I'm already used to the blood on the floor;

I am already accustomed to love without receiving love. "That's what love is possible, by the way.

I suffer, but I know I do what I can.

Who does nothing and judges me because of my stomachache;

Life costs later ...