Spoiler:
And something is, the pages light,
between the dark pages,
and to cancel your name from my side
and I confuse my alibi and your reasons,
my alibi and your reasons.
Who showed me the papers called me a winner
But the gypsy is a trick.
But an intrusive future, I was a little younger,
I would have destroyed it with imagination,
I would have played with the imagination.
Now your lips can send them to a new address
and superimpose my face
to the one who knows who else.
Your four aces, mind you, of one color,
You can hide or play them as you want
or let them stay good friends like us.
Santa will to live and sweet Venus Rimmel.
Like when it was raining outside and you were asking me
if by chance I still had that picture
when you smiled and were not looking.
And the wind was blowing through your fur collar
and on your person and when I
without understanding, I said yes.
You said "It 's all that you have of me. "
That's all I have for you.
Now your lips can send them to a new address
and superimpose my face
to the one who knows who else.
Your four aces, mind you, of one color,
You can hide or play them as you want
or let them stay good friends like us.