M83 / Saturdays=Youth (3)

3. Skin of the Night

Like a moth she moves to the red light
her blood warms and boils there
She skims the sweat like a new milk
As pops the buttons off her wet blouse

Oh Queen of the Night!
Well she is deep inside!
She is haunting me!
All of her soft parts call to me
She could be mine...

She digs her nails into her naked chest
Miles of veins fan out like a road map
She pulls back the skin to show her ribs
That twinkle like shooting stars.

Oh Queen of the Night!
Well she is deep inside!
And she is haunting me!
All of her soft parts call to me
She could be mine...

3. 夜幕

她像飛蛾撲向紅色的光
她的鮮血溫暖且翻騰
她擦去像是新鮮牛奶的汗水
同時退去她潮濕的上衣

喔!夜之后!
她深藏其中
她讓我無法忘懷
她所有的溫柔呼喚我
她可以是我的......

她用指甲深入她赤裸的胸部
繁複的血管散開如同一張公路地圖
她拉扯皮膚現出她的肋骨
閃閃發亮像流星群

喔!夜之后!
她深藏其中
她讓我無法忘懷
她所有的溫柔呼喚我
她可以是我的......