Tell me how much I need to pay you
To invent a night of sun for me
Answer me
The cops told me you have no equal
Maybe it's them we should be watching
When we see
The poverty of the evening
Novel of despair
Picture of a people falling asleep
At the end of the corridors

I sometimes know that love is bought
I can't give you more than my pay
Understand well
Today is my first honeymoon
In this neighborhood where the lawman makes his way
A path
With reprisals
Tightening the pliers
Around a people whose funeral we will pay for

Oh support me
Carry me at arm's length
Making love is what it's for

Oh lift me up
Oh hold me tight
Take me in the hollow of your body
Make golden pearls rain down
Multicolored cries

Beware of the sleeping dictatorship
The noise of boots is a bad awakening
And believe me
The true light is not that of the stained glass
Never forget the other side of the coin
Remember
That the working man
Will not be up to the task
Facing a power that has everything planned for the battle

Oh support me
Carry me at arm's length
Making love is what it's for
Oh lift me up
Oh hold me tight
Take me in the hollow of your body
Make golden pearls rain down
Multicolored cries

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