Going through the perception of you
I'm thinking of you, ripped and wounded,
And I exist convincingly in the part of myself
For others.
So much fun is there around
And there are no happy people.
A lidocaine dawn is wandering in me,
A lidocaine dawn is wandering in me,
Life is protesting.
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What else in this damned world
Will they tell you about me?
But please - do you hear me? - please,
Do agree to meet me for the last time
I can't, I can't, I can't do any more.
Spring is beating kisses in the cheeks.
Dome-like, golden and copper, the forests are burning.
If you don't love any more, do not endure it. Abandon.
If you don't love any more, do not endure it. Abandon.
I know, it's difficult.
If you unbosomed yourself, don't dare regret.
Let the sky be closer to me to one third,
Let be the sun
And it's better to burn on it
Than to suffocate.
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But please - do you hear me? - please,
Do agree to meet me for the last time
I can't, I can't, I can't do any more.
Spring is beating kisses in the cheeks.
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He will not meet her for the last time. She will be alive waiting for him for ever. The spring will be alleviating her pain.