Often your eyes instead of blooming with green
Are so cold and wicked
In sick conversations, eyes turns somewhere else
Just looking for a place to hide

Your arms -not a crubling pastry
Doesn't smell like a mint unguent
I, in you arms- irrelevant discord
Rain of happiness, shot over the void

Whispering to you ear, I'll say
That I, I abjure it...
That I, I abjure it...

Those mornings like an ague
-at your windows like a beggar-
I've been sitting behind the tree, not only once

Those shooting stars
-drunken stars to the stake-
At night, when I'll be dying

Whispering to you ear, I'll say
That I, I abjure it...
That I, I abjure it...
Abjure, because...
Abjure, because...
No one has ever said so fair, that he's afraid of love
No one has ever said so fair, that he's afraid of love
Like you

Before the lightning and the iris will cross the sadnesses bridge
Before the day flies away on the cloud
Before peas and roses kisses through the fance
Before the dust sweeps the yard

Whispering to you ear, I'll say
That I, I abjure it...
That I, I abjure it...
Abjure, because...
Abjure, because...
No one has ever said so fair, that he's afraid of love
No one has ever said so fair, that he's afraid of love
Like you

And if I meet you on the death's windings
I'll just say it to you again
And if I meet you on the death's windings
I'll just say it to you again

No one has ever said so fair, that he's afraid of love
No one has ever said so fair, that he's afraid of love
Like you...

 

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