I will no longer talk about love
Pain, heart, illusion
I will no longer talk about the sun
From the sea, the street, the moon or solitude
My void now is the dawn
An angel, a tiger and a hawk
What a waking drawing
Against the blue background of the television
My void now
Ã^ the passing of time
My void now
Movement, it's the wind, it's flying, it's flying
I won't shed any more
Cheap tears without any reason
I'm not going to sell any more
Melons and Karaokê
And it's still interesting
Not being the opposite of what I was before< br/>From now on I will be like this
Deedifying
My addiction now
Ã^ as time goes by
My addiction now
Movement, à © the wind, it's flying, it's flying

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