Testo di Army of Love

The spring, like a dress of an imigrant, was of course made without love. I want you with the strength of your fragrance, I wet you with the bloody tears of violence...of violence...of violence... When your hands come softly around my feelings, I fall in a sexy maze of needings...of needings...of needings... Army of my giants love fights inside every ones And wins and losses all at once. I bother you to understand, Your gloomy vice will take you away till the end. Once again we should never trust our fever, And in time, we could mix our love in a river...in a river...in a river... Army of my giants love fights inside every ones And wins and losses all at once. I bother you to understand, Your gloomy vice will take you away till the end. Army of my giants love fights inside every ones And wins and losses all at once. Army of my giants love fights inside every ones And wins and losses all at once. I bother you to understand, That any strong desire is always insane. Black vulture gets in your bitter cells; In agonizing yells;