10 Minutos de Pasión

Cold was his heart,
as cold as silence,
he smiles when he hits
and his black leather shines.

No candles lit
in the room,
his life is a fire.
The whip grazes his skin
diamonds surround his neck.

But he never came back
and I waiting at the station.
Ten minutes of passion,
of passion.

Night dressed in blue,
cruelty dressed in black,
his eyes bronze-colored
freeze like his breath.

Don't be afraid of the dawn
I'll be with you until the end.
Promises that went far away,
far away, far away from here.

But he never came back
and I waiting at the station.
Ten minutes of passion,
of passion.

But he never came back
and I waiting at the station.
Ten minutes of passion,
the game is over,
his game is over,
his game is over.