One, two, three
she wanted to dance with the wind
her violent waltz.
Surrounded by nothing she continued through storms
and towards love.
She healed her wounds with salt.
She healed her wounds in sea water.
she Cauterizes the pain she felt
everything but losing track.
Good times, good course, good sea
she was so easy to let herself go
but the thunder wanted to mock
her fragility.
And the clouds covered the Sun
it broke her chest so much cold
and she felt that no one took care of her.
She alone in front of the waters
against the pain, the sea, the salt
... she wanted to dance
but the wind turned to salt.
She wanted to dance
but in the wind she couldn't play
and she felt that no one hugged her.
She alone in front of the waters
against the pain, the sea, the salt
... she wanted to dance
but the wind turned to salt

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