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The suspended wind-up watch
the telephone disconnected
two glasses of wine on a table
and at night it got out of hand...
A pink light we imagine
We started by tasting the wine
with looking at each other we said everything
and at night it got out of hand...
If I knew how to tell everything I felt
there was not a place left that didn't I would walk in you.
Kisses, tenderness,
what a waste of love,
how much madness.
May this night not end,
nor this April moon
to enter heaven
you don't have to die.
Kisses, tenderness,
what a waste of love,
how much madness.
We seemed like two irrational people
that they were going to die tomorrow
we wasted no matter what
the reserves of the springs.
We looked like two irrational people
who were going to die tomorrow,
if only I knew how to tell everything what I felt
there was not a place that was not in you.
Kisses, tenderness,
what a waste of love,
how much madness.