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Translation
Beautiful To Death
In love movies, goodness always wins
and those who break up always get back together
but for you and me, now, there's a different end.
The crowd among the doves is watching us,
the cold, our breath, the fog
and me, on Sunday morning, crying for you
who is beautiful to death,
you, young girl.
On your breast, to be stolen,
I don’t play anymore.
And you’re beautiful to death,
everything looks like a movie
to be shot too fast
with its “end” on your blue jeans.
At sixteen, the heart can’t be lost,
not even when you try to make love
and you've won it all over me.
All that remains of you is a t-shirt,
left on the bed in a hurry
and me crying on Sunday morning, here, for you
who is beautiful to death,
you, young girl.
On your breast, to be stolen,
I don’t play anymore.
And you're beautiful to death,
everything looks like a movie
to be shot too fast
with its “end” on your blue jeans.
And you're beautiful to death,
everything looks like a movie
to be shot too fast
with its “end” on your blue jeans.
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