La la la...

The sad waltzes cut doubts into three beats
One is not born an artist, one becomes one by singing
I saw it on the gray TV, it wasn't better before
Nothing fuels the fire more than sorrow, than a good wind

I burn, I empty, I fear, I burn
I red, I black, I cry
I scream, I gentle, I deceive
I burn gently
I burn, I world, I believe, I war
I free, I joy, I air
I echo, I love, I bitter
I have the pain of yesterday

And you and your comments, how are you that I am buried
Always more affairs, I don't know how to do it anymore
I'm not going to sing, I'm going to scream in all my songs
Since here in secret everything is counterfeit

I burn, I empty, I fear, I burn
I red, I black, I cry
I scream, I gentle, I deceive
I burn gently
I burn, I world, I believe, I war
I free, I joy, I air
I echo, I love, I bitter
I have the pain of yesterday

La la la...

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