The beautiful, the erased
Those who let the light pass
The strong and the indecisive
The rebellious, the submissive
The crazy and the impatient
The full and the vacant
And then, there are the girls of joy
Even if they are sad sometimes
They all play hopscotch
Without ever touching the sky, oh

One, two, three, sun, stop
Don't move, or time will eat you
The passing wolf watches you
All housed under the same sign
One, two, three, sun, you see
That in this game, we do not win
If it's not these wrinkles that say
That we will have made, some mistakes

The rich girls, the blasé
Those who no longer know how to dream
The singers and the actresses
And then to hell, greed
The passionate, the veiled
The end of the evening girls
The good sisters, the loveless
Who will never make the tour
They all play hopscotch
Without ever touching the sky, oh

One, two, three, sun, stop
Don't move, or time will eat you
The passing wolf watches you
All housed under the same sign
One, two, three, sun, you see
That in this game, we do not win
If it's not these wrinkles that say
That we will have made, some mistakes

The weakest and the strongest
The easy girls, the escorts
And then, there are the girls from the east
Who all dream of the Far West
They all play with a scalpel
Without ever finding themselves beautiful, oh

One, two, three, sun, stop
Don't move, or time will eat you
The passing wolf watches you
All housed under the same sign
One, two, three, sun, you see
That in this game, we do not win
If it's not these wrinkles that say
One, two, three, sun, stop
And don't move, or time will eat you
The passing wolf watches you
All housed under the same sign
One, two, three, sun, you see
That in this game, we do not win
If it's not these wrinkles that say
That we will have made, some mistakes

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