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I pinned the fleur-de-lis to your hair
I lit the fleur-de-lis feeling
That time was slipping away from me
In your serious, fierce kisses
I lit the flower and on my fingers
I felt everything wither away
That everything escapes us
Like the slow wheat fields
Slowly towards oblivion
Slowly, without remedy
No time passes since you left
There are no months or years in the calendar
I am like the overturned tree
That does not finish drying
A sweet, suburban tango
As sweet as molasses
I want, my life, to write to you
Maybe to remember you
That love is only surrender
And that sometimes, gold is
What shines next to you
I pinned the fleur-de-lis to your hair
I lit the fleur-de-lis feeling
That time was slipping away from me
A quarrelsome and sad tango
I would like to write to you, love.
Like a night of partying
Like a sunrise
In a strange bed
Tango from the distance
Of one-sided love
What I felt with you
I will never feel it in other arms
I pinned the fleur-de-lis to your hair
I lit the fleur-de-lis feeling
That time was slipping away from me
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