It's late and we're singing and the blinding city is so beautiful
The houses are ordinary but very smooth
The houses are covered in tar but so smooth
And open to your melting heart
/>You touch hope and you slip
One look and one day it clings
We fill in the cracks, we close all the walls
We cut into the rock, we restore ©pare the stained glass window
And we disperse the fog, no more discomfort or downpour
In the nights nothing tires, we no longer flee the beautiful
We forget the poison, I prefer cod and figs
The sweat of the street, I prefer the fatigue of my forehead
Which gets soaked
I prefer the heat of my temples and the flowers that I water

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