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The dark days go by
and I never tire of waiting,
I still have energy left
to make you fall in love again.
The old and tired clock
does not stop ticking
with its stressed ticking
it wants to wake up your memories.
Count the melancholy
of this long and sad night
that there is no worse agony
since you left.
It comes with the dawn
a silent and silent day,
my soul is grieving
because you have not returned.
From your lips of scarlet
I want to get drunk
to kill this sorrow
and soothe my heart.