Текст песни Sweetmeats - Rosalia

There's a hunger on the hill
Maybe too much to fill
I want those sweet chunks
The succulent sweet lumps
Sweetmeats! Sweetmeats!
Oh don't i just die for you?
Sweetmeats, sweetmeats, oh
Even Johnny had to go too
You can taste it in the air
A sickly sweet perfume fair
The blood drips from my sill
A meatpie cooling still
You can taste it in the air
A sickly sweet perfume fair
The blood drips from my sill
A meatpie cooling still