I don't know if it was because of the wine
I don't know if it was because of his mouth
But in the meantime I found
His clothes, along with my clothes
I don't know if it was because of the castle
I don't know if it was because of the castle
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But his embrace in my hands
It was a brush and the track a canvas
There are winesâ, surely they were winesâ
(I didn't go) I'm sure it was... the wine...
I don't know if it was because of the wine...
I don't know if it was because of his breath
But between batches I found
His navel, next to my body
And so flying in glory
And landing in ruin
I was falling and falling
In the net of those stockingsâ ¦ murderers
There are the wines…, surely they were the wines…
(I wasn't there) Surely they were… the wines…