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Lyrics: Dimitris Apostolakis Music: Dimitris Apostolakis I had a love once that was a little like the slums in sadness, where thought stalks like a murderer to see it from the corner how to escape. Our streets resemble swords that meet in the night and pierce the silence blood on the lip and lightning in the gaze tell me which mouth to say them and how they are forgotten. The dream, little one, if I lose it early, make an amulet to carry it sew two birds with golden thread, one to be me, the other to be you. The world has passed and the show will begin and we will say goodbye like two friends guards who met on a sad Sunday in a deserted tavern and have gotten drunk. I will wear a white shirt again tonight, the weather will fall on it like a bull, give me, mother, the wish to come out strong, war is both dance and dizziness. My little dream, if I lose it early, make an amulet for me to carry, sew two birds with golden thread, one may be me, the other may be you.