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The fan music
Still spinning in our hearts
And our bodies respond to each other
Drowned in the heat
On the other side of the world
Equator chills
In this blond light
My hands in your hair
Like the wind in the vines
Gradually coming down
On your drawings of women
Until the drowned secret
Of silence and rain
Wings spread
Like a bird flies away
The fan music
Still spinning in our hearts
And our eyes tell each other
Stories of thieves
Who have neither fear nor shame
To be the inventors
From this pleasure that rises
My hands on your face
Only half retain
The violence of the storm
By desire, by pity
I want the blue of the sky
Before I collapse
Burned by the sun
Like a crazy bird
The fan music
Still spinning in our hearts
And our bodies are freed
Lost in the warmth
Of our dreams that survive
In moments of pain
That I would like to relive
My hands in your hair
Like the wind in the vines
Until the drowned secret
Of silence and rain
Wings spread
Like a bird flies away
My hands on your face
Will hold back half
The violence of the storm
By desire, by pity
I will have the blue of the sky
Before I collapse
Burned by the sun
Like a crazy bird
The fan music
Still spinning in our hearts
And our bodies respond to each other
Drowned in the heat
On the other side of the world
Equator chills
In this blond light
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