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We find ourselves on the highway between Manresa and Berga1
In an impressive car that's breaking the speed limit
They've found an alright CD in the glove compartment
It's Wednesday, in the early hours of the morning, and the two fugitives are singing.
They pass through Molló2, and in a clearing
He holds her like a child, and sleeps deeply.
As the sun wakes the forest up, she struggles with the memory:
a cashier playing the hero, someone firing a revolver.
They buy a motorbike from a farmer for four times what it's worth
And they accelerate between lonely vineyards.
At the lights in Estagel3 a few gendarmes wave at them
But they're not saying anything on the radio, they're not on anyone's trail
He shaves his head, she dyes her hair brown
The days go by slowly, they walk in the afternoon
He plays pelota with a businessman in the evenings
She locks herself up in the bungalow and at night fakes orgasms.
How good it is to go out to the street, breathe in the fresh air!
They're two adorable lovebirds!
He talks about the future and plans aimlessly -
the beginning of paradise in a pizzeria in Lausanne.
And how funny are the names in their passports! He says them in a high pitched voice
Maybe he'd seem more French, he says, if he shaved off his beard!
She responds as best she can and cries from behind the closed door:
"I can't do this, my love, not at the expense of others."
And, finally, he survived the journey in hiding,
He finally sees the navy blue of the promised land
But he's not worried about her, for she has found her peace in jail
She's set herself down in the darkness and has given names to the rats
And she's found a pretty name for each one.
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