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Translation
Convicts
Todd:
As far as convulsions, delirium, and weeping,
(Until broken by the hardships of life),
I kept my memories,
So that in them (my memories), he lived.
I kept them on top of the gloomy thoughts,
Above the dark abyss,
At the bottom of a Crystal jug,
Like drying drops of ink.
As the tight noose
Compresses my throat
My thoughts turn into snakes…
The blood in my memory
Splatters the city
The memory of my blood,
The blood in my memory…
Crawling around, swallowing pieces of dust,
When you cannot distinguish good and evil
You should know, he never forgot about you,
And he tried everything to make himself forget..
But memory, like death, is permanent,
Like the night rain on black glass
Bloody shards of ruby
She ran to the bottom of the Crystal jug
The tight noose
Squeezes my windpipe
My thoughts turn into snakes…
The blood in my memory
Splatters the city,
The memory of my blood,
The blood in my memory…
With Love From Paris✕
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