| Now the meadows are lit by all the summer flowers.
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| Now bees are buzzing, and birds are singing everywhere.
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| Now the wind blows through the high crowns of the trees
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| but in my garden it is withered, dark and cold.
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| Here it is ragged and overgrown, ugly and tangled
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| and as hopelessly dull and gray as in my chest.
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| Outside, it smells of all the scents of summer.
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| It's summer there, but in here it's autumn.
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| I lived happily here with you and my cats
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| a life of sin and without care to be saved.
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| Reconciled with my character, because I never have
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| been able to say no to anything.
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| And never denied me one or the other,
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| and lived life, until one day I was crushed.
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| It's starting with you cheating on me with someone else,
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| one that you said was much nicer than me.
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| Our quarrel took weeks, the shouts mixed with the crying
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| and I was thoroughly compared to your good friend
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| Until you confessed that he gave you the fine
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| Then it became dead quiet here in the garden again!
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| From that moment on, that man was doubly hated
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| He had played with you, with us for a while
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| And I, I felt that I too was disappointed
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| I wanted to fight, and went to the defeat of my life
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| I had the hammer ready under my jacket
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| When he came out in the silk scarf and said: Good day!
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| Come in and sit down for a while and we'll talk!
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| I just stammered, now I do not remember what…
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| And I was offered cognac and cigars
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| and could not make me say no!
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| And when we parted, we were besties and bundis
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| and I took things you forgot home with you!
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| I walk around in my pompej, among ruins
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| and I trample around in the remnants of our lives
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| But you'll never give me spikes about sequins
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| and never be another's pastime!
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| No, to the old we shall tie beautiful wreaths
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| and take our lives and my cats as they are.
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| And despite all the lack of love and breakage and lashes
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| I will love you for life, I love you! |