43° Lyrics - Singles - Soror Dolorosa

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