When he no longer has love
There are a few remains
A few delicate oaths
In permanent marker
Hair on a jacket
When he there is no more love
There are still chimeras
Shoes on the floor
A sink full of bowls
Ordinary mornings
In dinner more than eclairs
When there is no more love
Something remains
Some common mists
Some common secrets
Pre ¨s of a big pink house
When there is no more love
There remains terror
Incessant streams of insults
And perjury in blood
The doors in the wind
And the lover's fear
No more view of the sea
The same linear future
Love experiences its ordinary Winter
br/>So ordinary
A single wrong word
For a few throws
Stone throwing
Love experiences its Winter
When there is no more 'love
There remains tenderness
And sometimes we get drunk
Bad wine to live on
A moment that leaves us
Even less full of love
Suddenly everything opposes us
When there is no more love
There are two hostages left
Almost two lions in a cage
Dreaming of other shores
Other shores
More view of the sea
The same linear future
Love experiences its ordinary Winter
So ordinary
A single wrong word
For a few stone throws
Stone throws
Love experiences its Winter
Beachside, ordinary
So ordinary
When there is has more love
There remains an old jewel
The eyelids under the tears
The skin that becomes thinner
And always this great blur
When there is no more love at all
We think back to the good old days
To the good taste of his lips
Of his sweat, of his fever
Heady memories
Of her indecent body
No more view of the sea
The same linear future
Love experiences its ordinary Winter
If ordinary
When there is no more love

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