That night I sewed a long black dress to calm the hungry of my gloom with a rought sorrow That night I cried looking at the moon who injured me making me a kiss in my cold heart
(Estrib.) Silver hands sewing cold with sharp needles a rought sorrow...
That night I missed your hot big arms while it was twinning my woumb between my hands
That night it was the longest night it was like that black dress I sewed alone...
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That night I sewed
a long black dress
to calm the hungry of my gloom
with a rought sorrow
That night I cried
looking at the moon
who injured me making me a kiss
in my cold heart
(Estrib.)
Silver hands sewing cold with sharp
needles a rought sorrow...
That night I missed
your hot big arms
while it was twinning my woumb
between my hands
That night it was
the longest night
it was like that black dress
I sewed alone...
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