The wind roses
Look who's knocking at the door will be the usual nuisance of Sunday
But no, you do not move very well
What are you on me
Twenty minutes of love and hear on television
I want this economy, or you want another coffee
You said you can not, then you're here with me
And one day the sky will open
And I tell you You are
another illusion
But until then let me live so
unconsciousness now
of who confuses the wind roses
Jura, or maybe it's better not
will yet another new desire in this life my
Between us a bed and a coffee
Maybe tomorrow if you can
And one day the sky will open
And I tell you You are the usual illusion
But until then let me live like
unconsciousness now
of who confuses sex with love
But until then let me live so
unconsciousness now
of who confuses the wind roses
Look who's knocking on the door
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