Turn yourself - No - Against me - No, not like that - ... And dance The decadance. Move your hips Slowly In front of mine - Stay there Behind me Sway The decadance Let your hands brush my breasts And my heart Which is yours - My love For forever Patience The decadance Under my fingers Will lead you Towards faraway Beyond - Troubled waters Suddenly trouble My senses The decadance Took me Oh you kill me My love Tell me, Do you love me? - I loved you Already but Nuance The decadance Even more Than our deaths Ties our souls And our bodies - Gods forgi- Ve our Offenses The Decadance Cradled Our tired bodies And our wandering souls - Gods ! Forgive our offenses La décadanse> The decadance