Living on your breath, feeling with your skin...

In your room..
Where time stands still...
Or moves at your will...
Will you let the morning come soon...
Or will you leave me lying here...
In your favourite darkness...
Your favourite half-light...
Your favourite consciousness............
Your favourite slave!

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

Will I always be here....

I'm your favourite slave?
That is THE question...
rs.

AMO Depeche Mode. Tem coisas que sinto que só Depeche Mode pra traduzir...