My heart races at a hundred and thirty on the blue roads
Frozen with freezing rain in the foggy wind
Love, alas, haunts me like the sky rains
Life is absurd, what can I do about it?

Run, my crazy heart, go dissolve yourself
Where the lightning strikes a big blow
In the russet fire, ready to absolve you
Everything is just dust in sweet eyes

My heart is an uphill slope
The earth is red under our feet
Latin cities and yellow villas
Walls older than us
Prouder, and our years

I remember
Your hands
I remember
Like two free birds
And like the poplar
That the wind stirs in the countryside
Your hands in the papaya
That you were eating

The beats of your heart, Zoe
Are beautiful and remain
Lingering when it is necessary
To lean over your skin
Suddenly lean over your skin, Zoe

The day will come, Zoe
When we will have to hear this last drum
That your tender hands will strike there
That your tender hands will strike there, Zoe

My heart drunk on the way home, everything is sweet
The salt is missing and I tremble, the blue road
Could I have taken it, crossed better earlier
The non-sticky night of our goodbyes, no

It was two o'clock
A hot afternoon
I remember and I was crying your hands
I see them now, I see them through the window
Playing one last time, maybe

My heart races at a hundred and thirty
Along the bare flanks of the rock
But like a veil of white silk, my short memory
To the branch of your purple fingers
Remains hooked, and

I remember
Your hands
I remember
Like two free birds
And like the poplar
That the wind stirs in the countryside
Your hands in the papaya
That you were eating

The beats of your heart, Zoe
Are beautiful and remain
Lingering when it is necessary
To lean over your skin
Suddenly lean over your skin, Zoe

The day will come, Zoe
When we will have to hear, ah these last drums
That your tender hands will strike there
That your tender hands will strike there (Zoe)

The sky is almost blue, Zoe
The clouds riddle me
With a terrible whiteness
The sky is almost blue, Zoe
What can I do about it?
If it is imposed

The beats of your heart, Zoe
So beautiful that remain
Lingering when it is necessary
To lean over your skin
Again lean over your skin (Zoe)

But like a veil of white silk
My short memory
To the branch of your purple fingers
Remains hooked, remains hooked

But like a veil of white silk
My short memory
To the branch of your purple fingers
Remains hooked, remains hooked

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