Nocturne (one) It is war Marie

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trilingual post: English, Italiano, română

Love, oh, love as a grenade
In one hand I keep nail
And in other grenade and no longer counting for up to seven
I have time to throw me down at the bottom than ever
to open a letter unwritten
to open a beer (like a grenade) to unbutton night
in all things, I find the impending implosion
you, gunpowder
I, gunpowder
love is a spark
I am the ex, you an ex
Marie is war and we are ammunitions that will wound the chest of the instant
take the nail a bit
until I will rolled up the foothills of the night
is the eighth sky, already?
(And as you wanted to touch the ninth)
It is war Marie

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Notturne – uno
È guerra Marie
L’amore, oh, l’amore come una granata
In una mano tengo il chiodo
E nell’altra la granata e non…

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