"... you are stripping an odalisque
is already an hour ago that his languor
exasperating help the orchestra of my heart!
Ride the star Aldebaran
laughs and says to be to be to be or not to be!
Ride the star laughs and says,
trallallà To Be To Be To Be or Not To Be!
Ah, now naked odalisque
and move your hips here and there;
out of the palm trees, the wind and rain and sweat
air of unhappiness.
comes a kind of languor
Milan
all night owl puts the tip above the
and asks you to play even more;
Yes, it sounds; yes it still sounds orchestra,
then you'll see that go away.
Ring "beautiful Madunina"
orchestra strength of my heart! But even before the end
other thought has to think, to bring the odalisque is
for a walk by the sea;
want to see him while dawning, exasperating is his languor
in the dark c ' I have a fart
ah ah, good orchestra of my heart! .
look like us more and more, both cocooned in our improbable nostalgia, but worn away to nothing. Nobody takes them more seriously, both for good education and we pretend to play the game, we of desecration at least a little, 'just to show that basically you pull out the same. The languid odalisque Butt and ultimately bothers us, as well as the orchestra naughty: we only care about the star Aldebaran, which, however, is increasingly distant, increasingly unreachable. So we drag our quiet and lonely fall silent, one step after another, holding out his arm in front of the indolent all'odalisca livid sea before dawn.
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