That war is not mine,
I do not claim any Potosí,
what do I do with a sword
if I am terrified of seeing a scalpel.
Take me out from among the beasts
br/>I prefer the closure
of being between your hips
to breaking my figure
over there, over there.
I don't want to leave you
it's been a long time cold outside,
let me settle here
where it is always spring
like in Tahiti.
Save me from the elements
for the Montage is hostile to me,
br/>don't throw me out on the street
that lady is a vile trap.
If it's not too much trouble
let me stay inside
like the little beast
that, lost, goes to the reunion
of the sheepfold, of the sheepfold.
Rock yourself with what is essential,
that there is no need to approach any loot,
sailing to the drift
we will arrive at the last limit,
that strange paradise
of inverted spyglasses
where there is no more commitment
than the duty of being very far away
of the mutiny, of the mutiny.

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