From an attic far from your gaze
my best absinthe is already half finished
a long night long winter night
a ray of moon
crossing the glass.
My tears soak an unreal letter )
No, for God's sake, don't leave without me
rather dead than seeing you leave
the sun doesn't heat up in Paris...
Werewolves in every corner
a cocoon with his accordion
playing you songs
that make you forget our love
swearing the moon when only I do that.
[Musical bridge]
I look at the horizon and I can't help but think
what would happen if I could fly
if I were to visit you every night
soaring through the skies
all eternity.
Retaining in my imagination
I take flight towards you
I jump blindly from the balcony
holding my breath.
If the wind blows the clock sounds
snow burning around me
you are not here...
nor am I
to see the show...
(Chorus)
No, for God's sake, don't leave without me
rather dead than seeing you leave
the sun doesn't warm in Paris...
Werewolves in every corner
a cunt with his accordion
playing you songs
that make you forget our love
swearing the moon to you when only I do that.

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