Whore

No matter how many eyes there is the dream of building a house

Hey whore, your love is love.

In the story of the movie or in the theatre,

Never in reality, never in someone's home.

You are just a flesh-and-blood machine to fulfil your desires.

Everyone wants to buy a body,

No one buys a broken heart, your burnt mind.

Sell this body with a little money, and do Nishiyapan.

Civilized people of this society to fulfil their work,

It's your moment.

Smelling your body, intoxicated with lust,

If some characterless great man delights in your body,

Then give some money as a gift,

No, not in love, not in love.

The great man will repay the money in time.

You will be paid back in the account.

This man wants to get the soft flesh of the body.

Not you, everyone's target is your body.

In this society you are a bad girl, you are a prostitute whore;

You have no place in society, you are insignificant.