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And if we talked about something else
The night will close its arms
I know that love arises
In the hollow of the delta grass
I will go and wait for it , but stay
On your own, don't approach him
I'll go and wait for him with you
Wanting to live off a guitar
It's often like eating cold bread
br/>Knocking on station doors
It's often like breaking your fingers
The night lights up, listen
It's the wind asking quietly
̉ the mist to make a sheet for us
But if you don't want it to come
The moment of love, of the poet who drags don't
On the paths, where only dogs
And wolves walk
If you don't want him to come
The moment of joy , from the poet who loves you
Don't answer, he has the night
To bury his pain
We've talked too much about travel
That I was going to look far from you
For tonight make me a cage
With the grid of your arms
The night lights up, listen
It's the wind that whispers
to the mist to make a sheet for us
But if you don't want it to come
The moment of love, of the poet who wanders
On the paths, where only dogs
And wolves wander
If you don't want that he comes
The moment of joy, of the poet who loves you
Don't answer, he has the night
To bury his pain