In Adultery

Make me hurt, and you'll feel better,
Grip my hand, if it does matter.
Say that you wanna trigger my love
And in adultery taste it and snuff.

Passion forbidden kills ardent lover,
Habit and life, and your instinct of mother,
Years of the growth in the family garden,
Making you suffer in flame of Satan.

All the desires, riches and diamonds...
Promise to give you a sugary violence!
Wanted to share my freedom with you,
Poison your pitiful destiny, true.

But it is scare to lose homey fire,
When fucked-up enemy waits for the liar,
Tired of eternal and shameless untruth,
Wasted belief and emotions of youth.

Dread of enigme is ruining for you,
Feelings are sly thing, but family’s too.
Silent and hiding, fearing and running,
Saving yourself, you forget my desiring.

But in the question, eyeless frustration,
You wanna love with unlimited passion.
Grip my hand hard, if it does really matter,
Make me feel hurt, and you'll only feel better.



(18th December, 2018)

Additional translation by Anya Bjork