Like Hiroshima

Like Hiroshima.

A bit of cake out,
A little make up
Then smell and cool perfume
I need no answers,
No phantom chances
And say good-bye to you!

You heard the echo of the words
Taken for the rent,
I saw it all and that’s my love…

Baby! I’m down of your shiver
Baby! You’re like Hiroshima
Baby!..

A bit of passion,
A kind of actions
Then flowers rule the game
Sweet tender feeling,
Your sence of being
But always it’s the same!

But when you hear the echo of her words
She’s gone,
Alone you go up the sun