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Farmer Mylene
Cendres De Lune
Tristana
sad she is ready for anything
for nothing, for everything
in the circle of fools she cries softly
love has killed the words that touch her, touch
against your mouth she wants to be put to bed
sad she grimaces,
in front of its ice
with a stroke of the heart embraces the passing shadow
and nothing will ever erase the traces, loose
of the blood that flows from the bodies that break
farewell tristana
your heart has grown cold
farewell tristana
god give up
let her go
let her die
don't say it
tristana, it's me!
sad fate tristana
you know, believe me
three little tricks, she goes away
life like that
the most beautiful days are end in pain, hatred
why must we pay with our veins
farewell tristana
your heart has grown cold
farewell tristana
god lowers his arms
br/>let her go
let her die
don't say it
tristana, it's me!