| What will the wind leave?
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| Dust on the windowsill, a few lines.
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| What will the wind leave?
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| The sky of new truths and road maps.
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| A couple of photos where the fires of our eyes laugh at them.
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| Just don't be sad, remembering us.
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| What will lips leave?
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| Kisses of summer and the smell of a dream.
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| What will lips leave?
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| Everything that you say goodbye to me.
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| Everything that was with us, I will lock it in my heart now.
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| Just don't be sad, remembering us.
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| Chorus:
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| Somewhere far away our cities burn with gold.
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| And every gesture is precious, every day and hour.
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| And again flocks of white birds over the earth, years will fly.
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| You just sometimes remember us.
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| Just don't be sad, remembering us.
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| Remembering us...
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| What will be the memory?
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| Everything that was tender and serious.
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| What will be the memory?
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| Everything that was a joke and was to tears.
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| The sky under our feet between our past and future is a bridge,
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| The light of great peaks and roads, as from stars.
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| Chorus:
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| Somewhere far away our cities burn with gold.
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| And every gesture is precious, every day and hour.
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| And again flocks of white birds over the earth, years will fly.
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| You just sometimes remember us.
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| Just don't be sad, remembering us.
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| Remembering us...
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| And on the islands of my soul - rain,
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| And on the banks of my love - trembling,
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| And on the clouds of my dreams somewhere you and I,
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| But there are traces... Lies... Lies...
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| Chorus:
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| Somewhere far away our cities burn with gold.
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| And every gesture is precious, every day and hour.
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| And again flocks of white birds over the earth, years will fly.
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| You just sometimes remember us.
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| Just don't be sad, remembering us.
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| Remembering us... |