18=33

Dangerous they say it is
To turn 33
Well, they must be right
I'm living a torment this time

Not even I can understand
At 15, I've returned
It tends to be paradoxical
She seems to be 33

And even if everyone censors me
I won't give up on her love
Because she will be my cross
For better or for worse

And that flower in bud
With its scent of life
She takes it away and gives it to me
And she has me on the brink of madness

And that flower in bud
With its scent of life
She takes it away and gives it to me
And she has me on the brink of madness

She knows that for her love
I live and die more than once
But three days later
I return to love her again

My reason will understand
That one day she will leave me
Only then my body
Will never wake up again

And even if everyone censors me
I won't give up on her love
Because she will be my cross
For better or for worse

And that flower in bud
With its scent of life
She takes it away and gives it to me
And she has me on the brink of madness

And that flower in bud
With its scent of life
She takes it away and gives it to me
And she has me on the brink of madness