To hell with History and its delusions,
I don't bet on a pitched battle,
let the Trojans and the Tyrians end up
getting married because they are one for another.
The formulas Exact estimates of the wise men who have turned these payments into a brothel are not worth the swords of your lips nor the incandescent well of your skin. Go, go, go, go , go, go,
I don't want to be more than a man
with a woman.
Go, go, go, go, go, go,
I want to die in your arms
but with pleasure.
Goodbye to all those threats
that say that the end is near,
I don't plan to waste my last trick
staying to wait in the portal.
Let them sharpen the eye of the sphere,
let there not be a signature without paper;
I am going to put the world in your favor
and in your smile the kiss of a carnation.
Go, go, go, go, go, go...

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