You are my song that no one knows
The kiss of someone who has been fasting for a century
The illusion on everyone's train
When it leaves

You are the reason that drives me to madness
The night that will go away with the dead season
The emotion that remained absorbed inside
Like a poem
You are a kite's flight
My absurd temptation
You are perdition and virtue

You are the confession that I never make
The good deed within the dance of an embrace
The ovation for a shy clown
Who only makes trouble

You are the attraction that keeps me still there
The song and the obsession of my sirens
The prison without bars or chains
But I stay here

You are my damnation
My only religion
You are the balcony
That I now spy up there
With outstretched arms and empty hands
I will play until you hear
I have nothing but twelve notes
A few words along and nothing more

You are the procession of all my ifs
The bar of a rudder that is at the mercy of the waves
The downpour that quenches the dry fields
And that dries me up

You are the liberation of my city
You are the harpoon that is skinning my heart
The expression that erases all resentment
And stays silent

You are reward and punishment
My cardboard wings
You are the cliff
Where I fall down

With outstretched arms and empty hands
I will play until you hear
I have nothing but twelve notes
A few words along and nothing more
And nothing more
And nothing more

You are the curse, the blessing
The submission and the rebellion
The despair, then the exaltation
The passion and the crucifixion
The resurrection and finally the ascension

With outstretched arms and empty hands
I will play until you hear
I have nothing but twelve notes
A few words along and nothing more
And nothing more
And nothing more
Of twelve notes

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