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Don't Touch me, You'd Burn

"My childhood was spent working as an apprentice , in dirt and dust
My youth, in illegal marchs, demonstrations
I went to jail early, met the baton early
I am sick and tired of pacing back and forth such a sort distance
Now, in endless meadows,
Without counting my steps,
Without looking back, without getting sick, without getting tired,
Like mad horses, I want to run.
And you see that I am no good at love
Let me alone, my love
I would find my way somehow"
 
I want to run barefoot in vast meadows
My hair, a guest to the wind; my face turned towards the mountains
The slavery which tests the wallls of my chest with death
And the bravery which forces my heart to the point of being torn
I want them to fight each other to death.
To run... I want to run, my love. I want to run.
If I can't return, forgive me.
I want them to fight, to fight to death.
I want to run, my love. I want to run, to run.
If I can't return, forgive me.
 
I've become an expert on fugitives,
My wanted posters are in all the stations
Even a child could shoot me.
Don't touch me, you'd get flagged.
Don't touch me, your hands would catch fire.
Don't touch me, you'd go mad.
Don't touch me, you'd burn too.
 
"I want to run from the side of the car exhausts, the rubble, the pillage,
All this ruthlessness, all this injustice,
From the side of the lack of scenery, the poverty, the godlessness
Without touching anything or anyone
As if destroying my lungs, I want to run.
Whilst some eat, drink, lose themselves in love affairs,
Whilst some flee upon seeing the end of the barrel,
Whilst some die and some preach in newspaper columns,
Without being in any fights, without being arrested,
Without swearing,
As if breaking my head, I want to run.
 
I want to hold your hand one last time, without crying
My eyes at odds with your face, my guitar silent to your love
I set the clock to separation, there can be no surrender
My half-glued mind is obsessed with you,
On the inside I'm a disaster
I want to catch, to catch some bullets
I want to die, my love, to die, to die.
If I live, forgive me.
 
I've become an expert on fugitives
On every police radio, my name is read
Even a child could find me
Don't touch me, you'd go mad
Don't touch me, your hands would catch fire
Don't touch me, you'd get flagged
Don't touch me, you'd burn too
 
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