I sing, I sing, I sing.
What's happening to you aesthetic friend
It's not worth getting stoned
You don't even read the Republic
It doesn't lift you up Milan Kundera,
Milan Kundera, Milan Kundera.
The long beard is symptomatic
Of a serious post-atomic virus
They didn't see you at the Foro Italico
You only enjoy being anonymous.
Because you are no longer here,
Yes, yes, yes, I feel lost by you
Are you falling in love?
No, no, no, no
Are you falling in love?
Not me, not me, not me, not me
Are you falling in love?
This unbearable lightness of being.
At least tell me is he rich and noble
Or is he a peripheral fruit
Just think for a moment,
If not, what are friends for?
Let's talk about it, let's talk about it.
Because you are no longer here,
Yes, yes, yes, I feel lost by you
Are you falling in love?
No, no, no, no
Are you falling in love?
Not me, not me, not me, not me
Are you falling in love?
This unbearable lightness of being.
My Africa, 9 1/2 weeks
With the same woman,
On the same evening.
Are you falling in love?
Yes. yes, yes, yes
Are you falling in love?
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Are you falling in love?
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Are you falling in love?
This unbearable lightness of being.

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