attila marcel

attila marcel

kegyetlen gyémántember

szemeidből ömlik rám a fekete, kútmélyi fájdalom

My man is the real thing,
A hard, brutal man.
I see death up close,
in the burning embers of his eyes.

He does to me what nobody dares,
He covers my body with bruises.
He strikes me, he gives? me black eyes,
he makes my life "la vie en bleu".

My man kicks me around,
But there is no one else like him.
It's no laughing matter,
three hundred and twenty pounds and a half of him
that it takes my breath away, never to return.
He is a barbarian, he is cruel,
My Attila Marcel

I will find his virtues,
with the help of God's mean right hand.
and I'll? remain stunned until easter
in the abused fool's paradise

My man is the real thing,
A hard, brutal man,
Very soon I will see death up close,
in the burning embers of his eyes.