I'm not telling you
That I warned you
But every time
Your disappointments
Your heartbreaks, admit
That you are looking for them
Escape it
Never, tell me
Love knocks
Without seeing but you
You throw yourself every time
Against his arrows
Now you would like me to pity you
That I bleed because you bleed
If you have no one to console you
Come on, I'd like to stick to it
Like the red of mercurochrome
Which we apply to bruises
The red of my lips
Will soothe your fever
I'll smear you like a kid
Poor kid
Whine
Keeps you sick
She has a heart
In marmalade
And her condition is worse
Than the hold on
If you want
Don't let her go through it
Move a little
Your big frame
Did you see how she sighs
Say- him that you love him
Since the time I've been waiting for you to see me
Too bad it doesn't matter
If I went on the nurses' strike
I will suffer first
Like the red of mercurochrome
Which is applied to bruises
The red of my lips
Will soothe your fever
I'll I'll wash like a kid
Poor kid
Like the red of mercurochrome
Which we apply to bruises
The red of my lips
Will soothe your fever
I'll smear you like a kid
The red of my lips
Will soothe your fever
I'll smear you like a kid
Poor kid.

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