Love and tongs (English version)

She was lying on the pavement,
naked and skinny.
Her skin was torn, lacerated,
deep in flesh.

I grabbed her hair for
smacking her head.
She looked at me,
laughing, gurgled.

Her eyes was telling:
Do not stop, keep going.
Her body was collapsing,
in the agony of pleasure.

Chorus:
I found her, I hold her,
she protested, biting me.
I screamed at her: Do not resist!
She didn't want to stop.

I strangled her, I kicked her,
my leg was on fire.
I beat her, I suffered her,
eventually she stopped.


I threw her on the floor,
dirty in the living room,
I looked down at her,
shuddering breaths.

I wanted my tongs,
to use it on her.
Instead of it I found a saw,
lost deep in the closet.

I stood over, fascinated,
heart began to pound.
I couldn't understand,
unable to cut.

Chorus:
I found her, I hold her,
she protested, biting me.
I screamed at her: Do not resist!
She didn't want to stop.

I strangled her, I kicked her,
my leg was hurting.
I beat her, I suffered her,
eventually she stopped.


My head began to ache,
I fell into my chair.
Pills for no man.
Unconsciousness.

In the darkness, I still thought of,
her fresh blood, helpless.
Suddenly the pain shot through me.
She was standing over.

In her hand - my tongs, she found,
thrown under the soft carpet.
She used it on my naked body,
tearing everything worthless.

Chorus:
She found me, she hold me,
I protested, crying.
She screamed at me: Do not resist!
I tasted her blood.

She strangled me, She kicked me,
her leg was on fire.
She beat me, She suffered me,
we started getting used to it.