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Red Hair

The devil told me that he loved me
and in his arms, I felt as if something grew.
Red hair, like the fire that burned
and in the chest, a heart that opened.
 
And its just that you have to be
very stupid to believe
that one day the devil will love you.
Don't you see that it can't be?
Don't you see that it can't be?
If he doesn't even see you
He hasn't a soul or pity
Poor wretch.
Who will take care of you?
 
The devil has certain fixations,
at night he leaves a light on.
Old boy with a vacant gaze
with cold blood
you told me what I wanted to hear.
 
And its just that you have to be
very stupid to believe
that one day the devil will love you.
Don't you see that it can't be?
Don't you see that it can't be?
If he doesn't even see you
He hasn't a soul or pity
Poor wretch.
Who will take care of you?
Who will take care of you?
Who will take care of me?