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Cinnamon

The moon that saw us, dancing closely
It is the one that sees us today, on our separate ways
I never loved so before
So madly and desperately
 
There is neither ink nor paper, in the printers
To put how much you I love you in letters
There is no song
Sadder and darker than the farewell
 
My love, for your love
Flavored with cinnamon, in branches I go
For your love
And I do not give, nor a stick to water, No
 
I'll have to erase
Your words of my lips
The labor of forgetting
It is not so easy to learn, save me
 
There can be no song
Sadder and darker than the goodbye
 
My love, for your love
Flavored with cinnamon, in branches, I go
And I do not give
For your love, or stick to water
My love, for your love
Flavored with cinnamon, in branches I go
For your love
I Die and am, flower that bleeds, my love
 
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ineditoinedito    чт, 04/04/2019 - 13:14

He corregido la ortografía y cambiado algunos textos erróneos. Comprueba tu traducción, por favor.