You have light, I don't
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You have darkness - I have none...
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But there is a brush, and with it I
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Wrote your portrait in the line of the ceiling
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What for? |
— To tell you
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Hey! |
- when the day comes...
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But you have someone
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So far there is, and when it won't
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Come into my house! |
At the crossroads of worlds -
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My home at the crossroads of centuries -
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My home, where there are so many neighbors,
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A house without windows and without a roof,
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House at the crossroads -
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My house is without windows and doors,
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Time loses its name
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In a house where you are not...
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And there are only walls
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Cold, dirty walls
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I wrote a name on them,
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The name and nickname of the one
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What is dreaming
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The name that I sometimes
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I whisper at night, and this
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Enrages the one that lives with me ...
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And if, in order to read it,
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Ready to cross the whole city ...
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With a series of dirty streets
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Unfamiliar streets...
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Come into my house! |
At the crossroads of worlds -
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My home at the crossroads of centuries -
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My home, where there are so many neighbors,
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A house without windows and without a roof,
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House at the crossroads -
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My house is without windows and doors,
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Time loses its name
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In a house where you are not...
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And we will be together - day and night ...
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Once a month - both day and night,
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And become best friends
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My son and your daughter -
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Idyll -
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I will turn my belly
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And I will think to them, and when I get tired of thinking...
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Come into my house! |
At the crossroads of worlds -
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My home at the crossroads of centuries -
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My home, where there are so many neighbors,
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A house without windows and without a roof,
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House at the crossroads -
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My house is without windows and doors,
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Time loses its name
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In a house where you are not... |