Believe me, believe you are my flower Believe me, believe you are my scream Believe me, believe me, believe me Believe me
Empty my hand, my fever, in my heart, your love is like bloodshed Pulse my scream Believe me to sing my song Believe me the whining maker
When the skin of the moonlight is laid In the eastern eyes of your eyes, I sleep In the alley of the sonnets, I read you I love you Believe me my sadness Believe me, believe me
