Do you know, my beauty
That love
The brightest ones tarnish?
The dirty sun of day to day
Subjects them to torture
I have an unassailable idea
To avoid the unbearable

Before the hatred
Before the blows
Of whistle or whip
Before the pain
And the disgust
Let's break it, please

No, I kiss you
And it passes
You see
You don't get rid of me like that

You thought
You could get out
By leaving me on the air
Of great love that must die
But you see, I prefer
The storms of the inevitable
To your little miserable idea

Before the hatred
Before the blows
Of whistle or whip
Before the pain
And the disgust
Let's break it, you say

But you kiss me
And it passes
I see
You don't get rid of you like that

I could spare you the worst

But the best is yet to come

Before the hatred
Before the blows
Of whistle or whip
Before the pain
And the disgust
Let's break it, please

No, I kiss you
And it passes
You see

Before the hatred
Before the blows
Of whistle or whip
Before the pain
And the disgust
Let's break it, you say

But you kiss me
And it passes
I see
You don't get rid of you like that

You don't get rid of me like that

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