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Lying under the torrential rains
Barely inky blood
Diluted in the soul
Effused into the air
On the mist of the windows
A vestige of your lips
A few chrysanthemums
Of a merry Christmas
Look for the error
When one's heart is exposed ©, exploded in the four corners of the globe
It is the phenomenon of contrary winds,
Cry, cry the laughing stock of the sky
The man without news
I shouted for you from the rooftops
Until I lost my breath
Until I caught the cold
That no fire soothes
I hung out on the boulevards
Rent the hotel rooms
Or I see you again
Dancing on the chairs
Look for the mistake
When we has his heart exposed, exploded in the four corners of the globe
It is the phenomenon of contrary winds,
Cry, cry the laughing stock of the sky
L 'man without news
Look for the error
When one's heart is exposed, exploded to the four corners of the globe
It's the phenomenon of contrary winds,
Cry, cry the laughingstock of heaven
The man without news