Rupture

A slamming door
One, two, three glasses of cognac
Fall apart, it's the attack and then it cracks
Limbo, solitude, weariness, undresses a prelude
Worry interlude of a prudish young girl

It's just a somewhat banal ending
The final, terminal sentimental story that makes its carnival
Then comes the rebirth, recklessness we don't care, it's madness

Past tense of an epic exaggerated
Daring, set on fire even forgotten
Future of some whispers, nocturnal writing
Of an adventure with obscure appearances

Words slipping
One two three drops on the tablecloth
He grabs her, she hits him
Next step, then we fight, separate
Departure for a long nightmare like a thriller
In the boulevard of a beautiful mess

These are the remains of a drunkenness of youth of old age
A tenderness that lowers to sadness
Memory, of those beautiful smiles, some sighs worse
Than a desire, trace of a delirium

Past tense of an epic exaggerated
Daring, set on fire even forgotten
Future of some whispers, nocturnal writing
Of an adventure with obscure appearances

Past tense of an epic exaggerated
Daring, set on fire even forgotten
Future of some whispers, nocturnal writing
Of an adventure with obscure appearances

With kisses crossed out
With impure scents
With immature bodies

Past tense of an epic exaggerated
Daring, set on fire even forgotten
Future of some whispers, nocturnal writing
Of an adventure with obscure appearances

Past tense of an epic exaggerated
Daring, set on fire even forgotten
Future of some whispers, nocturnal writing
Of an adventure with obscure appearances

It was just a rupture, bite, break, crack
Something that breaks, that surpasses you
Floors that are cleared
It's your heart that is devastated
It's something that will eventually settle