It's our non stop protection
I'm writing new rhymes
I'm talking in this sweet direction

She' s my moonshine
She' s my world
Visual arts and architecture
It's the end of my dream

Her rosy lips and sweet cheeks
We escape to Paris
We are breathless
It's the edge of our doom
We are lotus
Total enclosure and punk-hop style
Modern society snd green tea
My life is something else
And they collect them all
We are alone
She is romantic, dreamy, eccentric, skinny
She is forming my logic
Everything happens in a completely idiotic way
We are great secrets of life
The game is the race
Dogs and grasshopers,categories and disgust
Helicopters and dust
She is my lovely wife
She is my sweet act
It's our sweet classification of nothing