It has always been my dream
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I justified myself in what I did
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My father thought I was wasting my time
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Don't feel sorry for me
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I always tried to be a good one
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I will not be left behind by my friends
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Be kind to them
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Even if I make a mistake, let no one get angry
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It has always been my dream
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Let someone feel valuable
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Therefore, more in relationships
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I chose to be a loving party
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It has always been my dream
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Let him who is adorned with me adorn himself for me
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But so far, those who decorated it have left
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I held the only mirror
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I have always dreamed of becoming a father like my father
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Let my mother be a polite lady next to me
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No doubt about the upbringing of my son
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I never asked for more, at least
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Enough to buy bread when you get home
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I have money so that we don't have to be hungry
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It has always been my dream
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Whatever I lose, I don't waste time
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Time is precious, time is invaluable
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The treasure of life increases in seconds
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It has always been my dream
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Let me put an end to someone
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Let there be an apology
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Even if they close in front of us with obstacles
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It has always been my dream
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Let me move towards my goals, on that path
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Even if I make mistakes, I teach myself
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Without telling anyone
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It has always been my dream
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Although I do not have the opportunity to win anything
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Let me have the mind to protect what I have
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That's enough for me
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Dreams, dreams turn to stone in this city
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(Hopes are dead, ornate covers)
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People are cold, and the streets are icy in the morning
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(Suicidal balconies and bridges)
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Concerns and worries turn to stone in this city
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(Faces are forgotten day by day)
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People are cold, and the streets are icy in the morning
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(The fire goes out, the embers turn to ashes)
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It has always been my dream
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Don't take the pessimism in front of me
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Simple feelings can make us feel bad
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Let him not be jealous or envious
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If there is, let everyone rush on their own
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Let them bargain with laughter
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Even if our tongues are silent, let it be
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Let our cold eyes know a thousand words
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It has always been my dream
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Not enough to fit the farewell letter
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Be a great love
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And the pen is not strong enough to write it
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It has always been my dream
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Let it be reflected not only in dreams, but also in deeds
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These are the magical feelings I want
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We have no right to deny it
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If the cloud doesn't cry, if my eyes rain
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Rain on dry roofs
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I dedicated my life without shame
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To those who forgot to remember me
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My boyfriend is divorced and is still going crazy
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When my head is empty
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I believe I will win, even if the path is narrow
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Before the end of life
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On a peninsula full of empty loves
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He also made mistakes somewhere
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I wish he suppressed his hatred
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And if pride does not awaken inside
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If my chest is narrower than the road
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If not visible, the end of winter to spring
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After all, you once said - Wherever you go, I'm with you!
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Take me by the hand ...
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Dreams, dreams turn to stone in this city
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(Hopes are dead, ornate covers)
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People are cold, and the streets are icy in the morning
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(Suicidal balconies and bridges)
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Concerns and worries turn to stone in this city
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(Faces are forgotten day by day)
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People are cold, and the streets are icy in the morning
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(The fire goes out, the embers turn to ashes) |