The eyes of your father.
The mouth of your mother.
On your face, both are still together.
Love has destroyed you.
It's my own poison.
Twenty-six letters and they don't matter, no one calls.
Your pain is a luxury
written with black ink that
you erase later if you don't like what you see.
Don't worry, my darling.
Only your being and mine exist.
We'll collect every insult
they throw at us, every stone
to make ourselves a trench.
In good and bad luck,
I'll love her, I'll love her until death.
In good and bad luck,
I'll love her, I'll love her until death.
Until death, until.
Until death, until
it won't end.
Until death, until.
Until death, until,
until death doesn't leave.
Until death doesn't leave.
And now kiss me strongly
under the museum's light.
In the meantime, you scream, 'You've changed!'
and I reply that that's not true.
A love like yours
entirely written with the tears
of my obsessions
for the sake of experimenting pain.
Your job is to choose
and to become my jailer.
I don't quite know what the trick is
but the plan is clear to me:
To control me from your space.
In good and bad luck,
I'll love her, I'll love her until death.
In good and bad luck,
I'll love her, I'll love her until death.
Until death, until.
Until death, until
it won't end.
Until death, until.
Until death, until,
until death doesn't leave.
Kiss me
all you want.
Kiss me
as if you were inventing it today.
Take me
with all my wounds.
Take me
while I'm still alive.
In good and bad luck,
I'll love her, I'll love her until death.
In good and bad luck,
I'll love her, I'll love her until death.
Until death, until.
Until death, until
it won't end.
Until death, until.
Until death, until,
until death doesn't leave.