Secreto

Tendremos que gritar entre miradas nuestro

 más oscuro secreto...

Amor

Juegos frios

Yo: Aun no entiendo como funciona eso de no jugar con fuego... Es mi actividad favorita. Aunque siendo sincera, prefiero el hielo.

Froide

Lui: Tu es aussi chaude que la glace.
Elle: Et vous aussi froid que d'un feu crépitant à Noël.

Him: You're as warm as the ice.
She: And you as cold as a roaring fire at Christmas.

Él: Eres tan cálida como el hielo.
Ella: Y tú tan frío como una chimenea encendida en Navidad.

The game begins

My heart does not understand this thing called game, he goes missing the shadows, wanting shadows, shadows bet.

And where is the love? Is that shadow, dressed in satin, silk-trimmed soot words ... It is the shadow that wants to play, he wants to win, you want to bet.

And where is the pain? That shadow is hidden in the corner, ready to spring, ready to scream, ready to win.

And what does the heart? And a hundred or a thousand, today I'm going to win.

The game begins.