Spending winters in a dark mood
And other colors, you should have seen me
Scouring the nights, the days, the tour of Hell
Like a deaf drunk, you had to get used to it

So much time
So much nothingness
I knew nothing before

There is nothing I know better
Than the taste, the taste of your skin
There is nothing I do better
Than love you, than love you too much
There is nothing I cry better
Than the absence, the absence of your words
There is nothing I do better
Than love you, than love you, than love you too much

At the corner of other lips and hearts too cold
I caught a cold, oh how many times
I often felt the grip of harmful loves
Like a vertigo, falling backwards

So much time
So much nothingness
I knew nothing before

There is nothing I know better
Than the taste, the taste of your skin
There is nothing I do better
Than love you, than love you too much
There is nothing I cry better
Than the absence, the absence of your words
There is nothing I do better
Than love you, than love you, than love you too much

There is nothing I know better
Than the taste, the taste of your skin
There is nothing I do better
Than love you, than love you too much
There is nothing I cry better
Than the absence, the absence of your words
There is nothing I do better
Than love you, than love you, than love you too much

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