A Criminal's Eye
This is the look that you have for me
A scent of danger that never leaves you and yet your presence and your voice reassure me...
“Look how much I look like an angel…” he said to me
Face of an angel and yet, darkness is never far from you.
A terror for your enemies and for the corpses you hide...
Face as gentle as a lamb, a lively mind in constant turmoil.
You are a prisoner of your little enclosure...
As a good boss, always doing your calculations and your accounts...
Money, Money and more and more money...
Money his first wife,
I will never understand this need for money, as if money was his oxygen, without it, he could neither sleep nor breathe...
It's not Pasha with "c" but an "s"
“S” for the snake, silent and sneaky who reveals little of his real thoughts.
A look that kills, words that hurt,
This is how my memory dresses you...