Are you going to the ball? He asks me
I say, who? He says you
I say, me? He says yes
I say, no, I can't
It's too far he says okay

And you, are you going? I ask him
He says who? I say you
He says me? I say yes
He says no, I'm not going
I have a cold and I'm cold

So we didn't dance
We stayed to talk
We didn't regret anything
Apparently anyway
It was a stupid ball

Are you going to the prostitutes? He asks me
I say, who? He says you
I say, me? He says yes
I say, no, I can't
It's too far he says okay

And you, are you going? I ask him
He says who? I say you
He says me? I say yes
He says no, I'm not going
I'm sick and I'm cold

So we didn't have sex
We stayed to talk
We didn't regret
We didn't have any money
And apparently it's not free, hair on the teeth

Are you going to the church? He asks me
I say, who? He says you
I say, me? He says yes
I say, no, I don't want to
It's too far, I've already told you, he says okay

And you, are you going? I ask him
He says who? I say you
He says me? I say yes
He says no, I'm not going
It's cold and I'm cold

So we didn't pray
We stayed to talk
We didn't regret anything
Because our souls are twisted
For fishing it's great, we're too twisted
For fishing

Little bridge
Of wood

My friend died of cold
Anyway he was annoying me
Never wanted to move
He only knew how to ask questions
A bit stupid like you

So I buried him
And I went to dance
With the prostitutes of the neighborhood
In the ravaged church
And I didn't regret anything

But absolutely nothing

Tzoin-ztoin, is it over? (Yeah!) (damn it, shit)

Oh really! Well, that's enough like this, huh
You make songs, you (but shut up)
What's wrong with you? (Nothing, I have nothing)

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