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I have an armchair from Morocco
that misses your back,
a fake Picasso that covers the portrait in which you were,
fourteen paving stones that demand your barefoot footprints,
I I live from the air that expels the smell of your blouse.
I am afraid of losing you and terrified that you will return,
I cannot live with you and without you it is impossible,
I am dying to see you again and
you'll kill me if you come back,
how good it would be to wake up
and that you didn't exist.
[Chorus]
if you didn't exist
they would be shorter the days,
there would be no need to wallow in this unfinished story,
which is playing Russian roulette, wanting to lose.
if you didn't exist, the air would be easier,
br/>there would be no need to breathe all the aroma that you left,
from the day you left, if you didn't exist....
you have the gift of the extreme, there is no way to avoid it,
/>I was never unhappy and happy as I have been with you,
you have the gift of the absurd and you have to endure it,
it would be better of course if you didn't exist...
[Chorus]
if you did not exist
the days would be shorter,
there would be no need to wallow in this unfinished story,
which is playing Russian roulette, wanting to lose.
if you didn't exist, the air would be easier,
we wouldn't have to breathe all the aroma that you left,
from the day you left, if you didn't exist....