Sometimes I feel the mysteries of all the things that I don't understand well
As if I was all alone on earth
Searching for an ideal
When the craziest love on Earth struggles in a scent of the end
I say that this is the real misery
I say that time is a murderer
And I don't want anything anymore
I don't want anything anymore

I don't want any more love, even rebellious
I don't want any more love even if I was the one
Who watched, tender and cruel
Wither the lovers when I was beautiful
I don't want any more love, Sir, I have burned my masters
And in love, I'm afraid to be
For having seen, dark and cruel
Wither these wonderful dream makers
And die the disappointed tenderness

When I see all the anger that we endure and that we suffer
I say that love is like hell
I say that its strength is in its dregs
And no matter what I do and redo
I will be alone and without a future
For me this is the real misery
I say that time is a murderer
And I don't want anything anymore
I don't want anything at all

I don't want any more love, even faithful
I don't want any more love even if I was the one
Who watched, tender and cruel
Wither the lovers when I was beautiful
I don't want any more love, Sir, I have burned my masters
And in love, I'm afraid to be
For having seen, dark and cruel
Wither these wonderful dream makers
And die my disappointed tenderness

And yet, as always I tell myself "go on, go on
I am far too strong to have had enough
And again and always I want to want to love
I want to want to love"

When the craziest love on Earth struggles in a scent of the end
I say that this is the real misery
I say that time is a murderer
And I don't want anything anymore
I don't want anything at all

No, I don't want any more love, even rebellious
No more love even if I was the one
Who watched, tender and cruel
Wither the lovers when I was beautiful
I don't want any more love, Sir, I have burned my masters
And in love, I'm afraid to be
For having seen, dark and cruel
Wither these wonderful dream makers
And die my disappointed tenderness

And die my disappointed tenderness

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