The crimson heart
shines,
Reflecting red on my hands so they're almost black.
The guitar in my hand is just like a knife,
Wanting to cut the skin from my face leaving only my mouth.
No matter who you
are my baby,
I'll use my blood in place of your tears.
No matter if you're an old man or a young girl,
Peel away your facade and see the truth.
Jin Jin Jin…
The bare naked
knife glistens,
Reflecting on that old man revealing regret.
He furrows his brow and pouts his lips,
Can’t tell if he’s outraged or suffering.
Don’t worry my baby,
We weren’t born to quarrel.
But the authority on my body is like a knife,
Wanting to firmly thrust itself into this land.
Jin Jin Jin….
Your naked body glows,
Reflecting on your ancestors revealing their shame.
You open your heart and extend you hands,
You say what you want is my incisiveness.
You are crying my baby,
Don’t know if it’s weakness or the beauty of strength.
Now my heart is like a knife,
Wanting to pierce your mouth to kiss your lungs.
Jin Jin Jin….