— Steven Anggrek
It is true, we came out from the water.
The fragrance of the bubbles cleanses our skin.
The boy and the girl… naked, they are —
and I swear, the deadly cigarette is not really a sin.
Yet it is a sad life, like in Sodom,
the soulmate you never found.
Please tell Adam, Eve wants her freedom,
like a butterfly, she wants to hop around.
In your bed, the Devil drops me.
Before dawn, I have to fly away.
Don’t throw stones just because they want to fuck me;
let me disappear, if there’s a way.
What have I become?
I live to be higher than the Tower of Babel.
And when the Devil gives us freedom,
we dance, we kiss, we sin — and double.
Love, I’ve found. Love, I’ve lost.
Don’t ask what’s wrong with me.
I’m too busy with Marcel Proust
when he wants me to read Dostoyevsky.
We leave at the end of the stories.
Everyone we met had the wrong intention.
But we always needed the good kisses,
that’s why we fucked half the nation.
She told me I’m a fail.
I’ve done some good, I’ve done some bad.
But it’s not your story to tell —
and it’s not that sad.
And the Devil gives you a chance.
I’m like his twin,
that’s why we dance.
Really, there’s no reason to drag me for a sin.
Let me go outside and find a lover,
because I’d die from all this sorrow.
Christmas is over.
What’s left is a baggage you already know.