Do not touch, danger of death..., do not touch, the tibias and the skull, make me doubt, make me go further, see you run..., see you ask me for more..., and if I were born again I would repeat, and if I came back I would give you more heat....

You burn me with your fingertips, your hands make sores on my skin, I embrace me with your tongue that's of fire..,

the blood boils or don't you see...

You know I'm yours whenever you want, you know how I am, you know that I enter the first one, now something better comes out...

That heat, I like your hell..., oh that heat..., throw more wood to the fire that is scorching, now it is inside me..,

it makes me sweat, it makes me come back to you...

And if I would be born again I would repeat, and if I would come back I would ask for more heat...

You do me so much good...