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Three in the morning
Almost nothing
The city is abandoned
And this street that has no end
Three in the morning
All and nothing
The city is abandoned
And this street has nothing of me
Nothing
Night, high night
In this city that guards me
That kills me with *nostalgia
It's always like this
Sad morning
All and nothing
The cold hand, the frozen hand
Touches very lightly on me
Be aware
My poor heart is worthless
Around three in the morning
Every silent word in this street of town
That is endless...
Be aware
My poor heart is worthless
Around three in the morning
Every silent word in this street of town
That is endless...
That is endless...
That is endless...
That is endless...