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È successo più di una volta

Это было не раз

È successo più di una volta, accadrà molte volte ancora
nella nostra guerra stupida e testarda:
come sempre, ora mi scaccerai,
ma domani tornerai sottomessa.

Quindi non stupitevi mia cara nemica,
catturata da un amore insano,
se i gemiti dell’amore saranno gemiti di dolore,
e i baci lasceranno tracce sanguinose.

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