And my first memory if your beauty does not deceive me,
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Throws a guitar and Avi Ali screams,
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And my mother says "it's my sinner",
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And takes me on a comforting walk in front of the moon.
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And my second memory, if your eyes do not deceive me,
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leaving home to the dangers of time,
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When I asked you "Will you be mine forever?"
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You answered: "Look at the moon. There is already a man there."
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And after a year we rented a room in front of the moon,
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Starts playing in a gloomy bar on Hasmar Street.
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And they screamed "Get down low with the tuxedo".
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And only one said: "Child, child, you will bring down the moon for them."
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There was such a time when happiness came with fury,
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We laughed at everything, burned everything that came near,
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All we have left is to embrace the sorrow,
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To say "yesterday was good and tomorrow will be too".
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yesterday was good, yesterday was good,
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Yesterday was good, and tomorrow will be too.
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It's hard for me to concentrate, because your beauty still amazes me,
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It's hard to say too bad or say maybe.
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Instead I dance and shout to the moon: "Come down."
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And blame the world for my pain.
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Sometimes I forget, how I started in front of the moon,
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When you forget yes, yes, you are poor
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There is rain in the sky, there is no moon for now,
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And when he leaves we will walk together until he is gone.
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There was such a time.. |