When love is dead
Dark moments appear
She surely misled you, MAL MAL
These dark moments disappear as quickly
That the gun fling the roses
These roses with invisible thorns
That I did not see but were there
At the approach of the thirties my hatred is not the same as yours
Love is dead, fragile as crystal
Fast as a freestyle
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