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Ludwig Von 88
Everything For Trash
Why
The beauty of Cadiz had eyes of velvet, when both of us
were fighting, for her burning with love. She remained captivated by my dazzling ardor when madly I trampled on the dry and burning earth. The
beautiful one from Cadiz trembled with a gentle look, excited she knew that
I was ready for anything. I breathed full of ardor, thinking while fighting,
that a black eye looks at me and that love awaits me!
Why, why, when you remain skewered
Why, why, you don't want to act ole anymore
Why, why, you just stand there like that
Why, why, when you're dead you don't laugh
Remember- you, we laughed with benevolent enthusiasm, in front of thousands
millions in the crowded stands... In passes and dodges we
played with death, taunting it under the flowers or the whistles of the
public.
But now unfortunately he swings unconscious, impaled on my horns
his blood will flow - while she screams her hatred, angry and
collapsed ©e, shouting from across the arena you are a murderer!
Why, why, she cries while insulting me
I who have always loved her by believing in it
Why, why, his broad and haughty air
After a precise blow suddenly died out.