Let's talk about ruin and thorns Let's talk about dust and wounds From my fear to the heights, whatever you want, but let's talk About everything, except the time that flows between the fingers Let's open so as not to leave, let's go so as not to see each other Talking, the days go by that we have left to go I to the core of your noise, you to the predilection of my instincts I to the core of your noise, you to the predilection of my instincts Let's open so as not to leave, let's go so as not to see each other Let's talk about ruin and thorns Let's talk about dust and wounds It was the fault of the heights that you see from your shoes You don't want to talk about time, even if it's on our side And you talk so as not to leave, and you drink so as not to see me I fall and laugh and drink, I do not give truce or comfort And it is not for evil, I swear, it is that the game amuses me Damn sweetness of mine, damn sweetness of mine, damn sweetness of mine Damn sweetness of mine, damn sweetness of mine, damn sweetness of mine Damn sweetness of mine, damn sweetness of mine, damn sweetness of mine Damn sweetness of mine, damn sweetness of mine, damn sweetness of mine