Air, air.
not a breeze but a whirlwind of air,
air, air...
let it take away the monsters
that have become masters
of all the dreams
that were right.
Air, air,
so many winged divers flying through the air,
air, air
that there is no god let it circulate
with unsubmissive flight
through the paradise
of the chameleon.
Air, air, air, air...
I need to breathe,
that I I refuse to understand, love,
that it can never be, love,
truth the truth...
but what truth, but what truth
love...< br/>Air, air,
there is no perfume that is worth it if there is no air,
air, air...
what is the point of the wind smelling like gardens
yes lack of breath
that catches the flower...
Air, air,
gale air that stirs the air,
air, air...
angry air Let him drag this long madness that spits out garbage when he talks about honor. Air, air, air, air... Air, air, >not a breeze but a whirlwind of air,
air, air
may it take away the monsters
that have become owners
of all dreams
they were right.

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