1000 RPM [English translation]

Your perfume holds on tight on my shirt,

You won”t know how it”s shakes in my throat,

How, in pain, I clench my teeth and I swallow it.

You left behind you only memories on my shirt,

Finally, you choose to leave,

I don not intend to hold you back,

You choose, instead of a road,

A red carpet under a serene sky.

I gulp, it makes my flesh crawl/ creep,

This is the end of the story.

Now, when you have everything you dreamed of,

And I (have) just a shirt to wash.

(chorus)

All your caprices,

I wash them at 90 degrees,

Please, don”t come back, I forget about you,

A thousand revolutions per minute... x2

• Artist:The Motans