Pâna la sânge [English translation]

You were reading my lines in my hand

You were lying to me and I thought we'd keep it,

You told me we were young

It was almost impossible to say the word "separation"

It was also the pain,

Perhaps an immoral one

Sister with pleasure, sister with pure freedom

Mine and yours

Two players on the bluff, but with all-in until the end

Without reversing the game is blind

Deaf his blow in the pride

My tomorrow will be crossed

Until you leave everything, or you'll get closer

Kiss me sweet-sweet to the blood,

Or reject me severely, so harshly - with screaming

Kiss me sweetly to the blood,

Or reject me severely, so harshly - with screaming

You forgive me

To forgive you, look at me

You forgive me

To forgive you, look at me

But I do not bet on memory

Headline it clear, messages are blurry

I secretly accept the revenge on me so much

With silence and sighs, so heavy, so theatrical,

So sweet often, but not so bitter

Principal belligerent

They are inexorably fashionable

You elegantly outdated

You have never lied wrong

And you have not mistakenly said that real can only be skin and so

Without reversing the game is blind

Deaf his blow in the pride

My tomorrow will be crossed

Until you leave everything, or you'll get closer

Kiss me sweet-sweet to the blood,

Or reject me severely, so harshly - with screaming

Kiss me sweetly to the blood,

Or reject me severely, so harshly - with screaming

Schubert could not describe it

Not in Major or Minor

What have you done to me?

In DO, MI, RE, FA

And, in conclusion

The theft of emotions, it's not thieving

Kiss me sweet-sweet to the blood,

Or reject me severely, so harshly - with screaming

Kiss me sweetly to the blood,

Or reject me severely, so harshly - with screaming

You forgive me

To forgive you, look at me

You forgive me

To forgive you, look at me

But I do not bet on memory