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I want your hair to be a source of nothing
That is loose like my wishes
And when you blow out, there is always a candle left.
Candle are the nights I spend crying
Like a dog singing to the moon
To the discography of camela
I want you to never see me naked again.
My heart is in knots
If you squeeze me like a pair of pliers, pliers
My nerves, which are no longer made of iron
They are made of wool, when you look at me
I become a lamb, and when you don't look at me
I am nothing
Why on our planet
There is no air anymore
Only bullet holes remain
Ballads that you inject into my blood
Ruffles for my gypsy skirt
Ballads to finish a verse
A kiss of those that are never forgotten
Your eternal love from the four winds
And mine lives in melancholy city
I dream of marrying you on the moon
And on earth you have made it clear to me
That your heart has no owner
I think, therefore I am, I am in the queue
Of the waves that rock the seas
Seas that bathe your thoughts
I want you to never see me naked again.
My heart is in knots
If you squeeze me like a pair of pliers, pliers
My nerves, which are no longer made of iron
They are made of wool, when you look at me
I become a lamb, and when you don't look at me
I am nothing
Why on our planet
There is no air anymore
Only bullet holes remain
Ballads that you inject into my blood
Ruffles for my gypsy skirt
Ballads to finish a verse
A kiss of those that are never forgotten
Your eternal love from the 4 winds
And mine lives in melancholy city
Why on our planet
There is no air anymore
Only bullet holes remain
Ballads that you inject into my blood
Ruffles for my gypsy skirt
Ballads to finish a verse
A kiss of those that are never forgotten
Your eternal love from the four winds
And mine lives in melancholy city
And I don't know how to explain
What I want to say
And without you I would die.
Even if you let go of my wings
I fly because there is nothing
Sweeter than your poison
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