Yes, love is vain
It is certain and known
But then (why not) because it blows in the ear
The breath of the heart
If love is vain
Mera pain
Mere enjoyment
Capricious sip
In the breath of the heart...
In the breath of the heart...
But in this the wind blows crazy
And what became of the body in a whirlwind
It blows crazy
And what became of the body winged on the wings of the whirlwind
In this you don't even need air anymore
Just mere breezes,
I cut into two lemons
I reach the ear
To the freshness
To the noise
To the acidity of the dive
Into the blood of the heart
Puls in vain
It's just like him
That's exactly it
And despite that, it makes your skin bristle
In the breath of the heart...
In the breath of the heart...

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