Is that you?
Is that you, who's saying my name?
Who's saying my name with passion on the sheets?
With passion on the sheets while I'm yours.
While I'm yours... you're touching me kindly,
I'm praying for more and more,
looking at your eyes, and you're kissing my neck softly.
Ah yeah, kissing all my body softly.
Then I kiss you back, I'm playing your game.
My neck is still warm of your kisses.

Is that you? I said.
Is that you who's touching me?
Is that you who's kissing me?
Is that you the man who has my life?
My life owns to you?
Who are you? I said.
Who are the tall man behind me?
Who are the man that kissed me?
Who are the man that treats me like a queen?
Who are you? I said.
Is that you?

And I answer to myself "No. There's nobody here"
I felt a kiss again,
and whisper to myself "Is that you my love? Is that you?”.
"Yes, it's me my queen" suddenly somebody answer.
"It's me and you're here with me".
Is this possible? I said,
Is the real you?
"Yes it's me. And you're real and so am I"
How can be this possible?
How is this real my King? I said
"Because you're dead my Queen" said He.
"My beautiful Queen is dead. Don't you remember my Queen?"
Nothing, my King. I said.
How it's happened?
"Sadness my Queen" said He.
Sadness? I claimed.
"You made improper things to yourself. You killed yourself my Queen" said He.
I really did that? I said.
"You really did that. And now you're here with me.
That's why you did it. All for your King"

I remember now. I pleaded.
I was sad because of your death.
But now I'm here, and We're together again, my King.
"That's right, my Queen. And it was always me… It was always me, that who kissed you and made you his woman.
It was me. It was always me.
And I'll be always yours and You'll be always mine.
Like We promised when we married.
Instead of death, in the underworld always will be the same votes.
I don’t care rules, I don’t care God, I care You.
Because you're my Queen, and I'm your King.
The votes will be the same, no matter death.
You are my Queen and I'm your King" said He.
And then we consecrated our love one more time.
The passion was the same.
He was my King,
and I was his Queen.