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Who enters history enters the dark
History to see my most beautiful gesture there

I have an evening pillow, a star pillow
Without a pillow I no longer have the desire to be

Who enters history hides behind a black make-up
The fear of glances that slip and hurt

I have a feather pillow, moon shaped
In the shape of a dune, repeat the gesture

Call my number, I'm in a zero mood
Call my number, I'm so hot-blooded
Call my number, come in my wake
Not too wise, not too sticky, just what I need

Call my number, dial my life
Call my number, kill me
Call my number, give me the number
Lalalala-Lalalala!
Call me

Who enters history enters the dark
Velvet from a boudoir and for the rest

I have a pillow duvet without hair
Without a pillow I have nothing left to wear

Allegory, come here crime of emotion
My beyond is the intoxication of gesture

I'm madly told: To bed, now!
The improvement is the dream of gold

Call my number, I'm in a zero mood
Call my number, I'm so hot-blooded
Call my number, come in my wake
Not too wise, not too sticky, just what I need

Call my number, dial my life
Call my number, kill me
Call my number, give me the number
Lalalala-Lalalala!
Call me