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There are people
Who tolerate alcohol
In a superhuman way
People who die every day
But keep on walking
There are certain people
Who move
Following a snail's trail
Crazies whose smile is more beautiful
Than the love of god
Than the love of god
There are people made of glass
Carved like mutants
Who, in the light of a breath
Are muses of Amazons
Strangling the sweet neck of love
There are loves that die
And there are loves that kill
And there are hundreds of people
Who tolerate love
In a superhuman way
More beautiful than the love of god
More beautiful than the love of god
There are people
Who offer their eyes
To razor blades
There are people
Who...in the veins
With the... of a kiss
People who have killed
Their guardian angel
More beautiful than the love of god
More beautiful than the love of god
There are people.