Where are you, our summer,
of these wonderful nights?
Until the end of the world
I am alone. I am nobody's.
Where are you, kisses,
Passion and thirst for two?
Bullets of loneliness...
Everything is just a blow of time.
A mask on your face,
And I can't help.
And now the fairy tale
of those doomed to the night is over.
Where are you...
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