Can you feel my burning desire?
You think loving is easy to hire
Do ya love when body's on fire?
It's hard to pretend, I'm not a liar
Our hopes may take us much higher
Daydreams and nightmares over the barbed wire
I don't wanna feel like a spare tire
While selling, try to find a lucky buyer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Taking this line by line, I reckon you're really a rock lyric writer.