| I will not impose my strange dreams and dreams.
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| I don't want to say mysterious words to you.
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| Your young heart, patterned with wounds,
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| Reacts with pain to the word "Love".
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| Bright glosses are hunting for your soul,
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| Promising to teach you how to survive on Earth.
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| And your soul is an honest girl in a cotton dress,
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| She needs my song - and I will sing.
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| Chorus:
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| I will sing about my sadness, and with it about joy!
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| How the breath of rain turns into the murmur of streams...
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| So my song will be spread by word of mouth,
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| It will fly to you and remind you of something of its own.
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| So my song will be spread by word of mouth,
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| It will fly to you and remind you of something of its own.
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| I don't want to seduce you - it will end badly.
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| I cannot protect you from the lessons of fate.
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| Need clearly not me to destroy your loneliness.
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| I wish you true normal love.
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| Not a passing prince with a guitar, but a reliable husband!
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| To stand on his feet, and to carry you in his arms.
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| And you want songs and feelings that are not like everyone else ...
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| Then I will come to visit you with a slightly rumpled bouquet.
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| Chorus:
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| And I will sing about my sadness, and with it about joy!
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| How the breath of rain turns into the murmur of streams...
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| So my song will be spread by word of mouth,
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| It will fly to you and remind you of something of its own.
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| So my song will be spread by word of mouth,
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| It will fly to you and remind you of something of its own.
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| So my song will be spread by word of mouth,
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| It will fly to you and remind you of something of its own. |