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In the world where there is no more need for anything |
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My song of freedom is you |
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And infinity unfolds before us |
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Out of limits of your eyes |
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The feeling is being born, born in the crying |
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And grows very high and goes away |
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And flies through the accusations of people |
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Who are indifferent to their heritage |
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Smiling through a ring of love |
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Real love |
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In the world which is a prisoner |
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We’ll breath freely, you and me |
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And the truth is clear to us |
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And the image is limpid (transparent) finally |
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New feelings, young emotions |
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Are felt clearly in us |
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The image of the fantasies of the past |
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While falling leaves the picture stainless |
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And is rising the warm wind of love |
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Real love |
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And rediscover you |
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Your sweet girl that you can’t desire/ask |
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But you should know wherever you go |
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You’ll find me by my breath |
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If you want |
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One day the stones will revive into houses covered with wild roses |
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And will call us |
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The forests abandoned and that’s why stayed virgin |
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Are opening and embracing us |