| They say that we met with you late.
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| Is this love on the verge of winter?
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| They say, so what, let them say to themselves
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| At sunset, the dense aroma of herbs is stronger.
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| Chorus:
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| Late love, late, late love, no problem.
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| Late love is tender, will never leave us.
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| Late love, late, late love, no problem.
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| Late love is tender, will never leave us.
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| And late love has lips sweeter than honey,
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| It blooms like a scarlet rose on a dark night.
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| And late love has magical eyes,
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| From which you can never tear yourself away.
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| Chorus:
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| Late love, late, late love, no problem.
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| Late love is tender, will never leave us.
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| Losing.
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| They say that we met with you late.
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| Is this love on the verge of winter?
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| They say, so what, let them say to themselves
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| At sunset, the dense aroma of herbs is stronger.
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| Chorus:
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| Late love, late, late love, no problem.
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| Late love is tender, will never leave us.
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| Late love, late, late love, no problem.
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| Late love is tender, will never leave us.
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| Late love is tender, will never leave us. |