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Klara
Klara
Clara, kiss me
On our bed
The morning is all ours (x2)
Outside the earthquake is haunting
The braced city
The news of the plague
The norms are killing rhythm
Laws with their sadism
Bolts of the machinery
Brides exhausted by anger
Saints of skepticism
With a spade at pessimism
For the face can be costly
That even the shadow is listless
That the wait for the abyss
What marxism what fascism
That the sanguinary joke
That the dromedary back
That the gunshot to oneself
Clara, kiss me
On our bed
The morning is all ours (x2)
With no idioms inside
The totalitarian flesh
The edges of the dame
Where I, in almost all, exist
The photos of optimism
The smiles of a feat
You take the sleep from my eyes
The crumbs from where I paint
The mouth of what is purest
That which is outside the lines
That us both making the bed
That I wake and will not dress
What mattress for trapecism
That the door is shut
That the solidary tongue
That killing selfishness
Clara, kiss me
On our bed
The morning is all ours. (x2)
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cedonullisubmitted on 2 Jul 2011 - 06:34
Author's comments:
When in spanish we repeat "que ___, que ___, que ___" it is like we're repeating what someone else said and was fussing about.
"She kept complaining, that the weather was cold, that the economic crisis, that the this, that..." Etc.
I believe that is part of the sense of this song. Everything that is happening outside vs. just he and Clara alone in a bed.
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