We argue,
we quarrel...
and the future washes away the dirt!
And it washes us clean,
as if this dirt were something to be washed away...
You’re like France,
you’re a prostitute — her mother...
You’re the future in the sea,
you’re the future for me!
We argue like in the movies...
And we tell each other to fuck off — in public...
You’re like the news,
just suffering...
I’ll turn you off,
and throw you into suffering...
Why did you cheat,
when were you suffering?
You’re not the best,
you’re a bitch, worse than trash...
You’re like France,
You’re a prostitute — damn it!
We arque
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