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  • Una birra che non sa più di niente. Tori neri, gente che passa, vie in francese.
    Niente più parole da dire. Niente più da ascoltare.
    L'ho già sentita.
    Tutto così sciocco in mezzo al sale.

    It's always ended in Saintes-Marie

    A beer with no more meaning. Black bulls, people passing by, streets in French.
    No more words to be said. No more to be listened to.
    I've already heard about that.
    Everything's so namby-pamby here in the salt.
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