Stripper
Remember the night
when I saw you the first time?
You were swaying
with drinks in your hand.
You evaded my eyes
and elusively smiled,
mistakenly taking my drink.
Cigarette smoke
covers your nakedness
turbid glances,
contorted lights.
Thinking of you
I hold time in my palm,
seeing a thorn of pain
run through my life.
Windup-doll dance:
You are dancing for tips,
lustful stares, amorous sighs.
Thinking of you
I hold the key in my hand,
winding up my treacherous heart.
Empty shot glass and
I fall into a dream -
rhythm of music
draws new life:
the foreign city,
the breeze of the ocean,
spilled champagne glass
that lies on the sand.
You in my arms - the moon,
which I hold in possession
caressing you endlessly
soothing your heart
in the world of no lies.
Empty shot glass,
smell of stagnation,
fear and wonderment
lurks in your eyes.
You are wound up
in the burning sensation,
so is my treacherous heart.
Seeing them smiling queerly.
Seeing them lewdly
staring at you.
Seeing their cruelty
ravishing innocence.
Seeing them simply
looking at you...
Cigarette smoke
covers your nakedness.
Turbid stares,
contorted lives.
Intoxicated by you
I lost the key from my hand.
Key, which unwinds
the dream of my amorphous life.
when I saw you the first time?
You were swaying
with drinks in your hand.
You evaded my eyes
and elusively smiled,
mistakenly taking my drink.
Cigarette smoke
covers your nakedness
turbid glances,
contorted lights.
Thinking of you
I hold time in my palm,
seeing a thorn of pain
run through my life.
Windup-doll dance:
You are dancing for tips,
lustful stares, amorous sighs.
Thinking of you
I hold the key in my hand,
winding up my treacherous heart.
Empty shot glass and
I fall into a dream -
rhythm of music
draws new life:
the foreign city,
the breeze of the ocean,
spilled champagne glass
that lies on the sand.
You in my arms - the moon,
which I hold in possession
caressing you endlessly
soothing your heart
in the world of no lies.
Empty shot glass,
smell of stagnation,
fear and wonderment
lurks in your eyes.
You are wound up
in the burning sensation,
so is my treacherous heart.
Seeing them smiling queerly.
Seeing them lewdly
staring at you.
Seeing their cruelty
ravishing innocence.
Seeing them simply
looking at you...
Cigarette smoke
covers your nakedness.
Turbid stares,
contorted lives.
Intoxicated by you
I lost the key from my hand.
Key, which unwinds
the dream of my amorphous life.