On a red night under a bridge in the Seine
a wet and gray cat swims by,
under the next bridge suddenly
a girl joined her
The port lamps spray them,
the gloomy waves wrap around them ,
and they are having a conversation
and are not breathing at all
The children from the bridge threw me into the water,
and you? me too, know this
come so close, distant without strength,
a child threw me into a cold wave
Now it flows inside me like a boat
away from the shores sinking in crepe fog
he won't see the world anymore, it doesn't matter,
he won't grow up to be people, that's better
he won't see the world anymore, it doesn't matter,
he won't grow up to be people, that's better …

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