| Here I am at night, old friend
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| I'll go to her again, down a long deserted street
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| Where my fears stop, my cheek warms my palm
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| On it my lips disappear, I am endless, I know her sigh
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| Honor me at night, old friend
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| Pour into a glass, longing to break me
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| Haven't I lost enough, who will measure the pain
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| To the point of despair, he kissed, deliberately fleeing, only to return
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| My sorrow awakens again, the greatest sorrow
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| Carried by snow from the mountains, the wind of the plains
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| Whom her heart loves now, tell her to love even more
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| Let's go to the bottom, you and I are sad
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| I salute you that night, old friend
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| And this circle will pass, I will not regret it
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| What is this spring, compared to the tender years
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| Her call moves me, even from the bottom, it looks the same
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| My sorrow awakens again, the greatest sorrow
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| Carried by snow from the mountains, the wind of the plains
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| Whom her heart loves now, tell her to love even more
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| Let's go to the bottom, you and I are sad
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| My sorrow awakens again, the greatest sorrow
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| Carried by snow from the mountains, the wind of the plains
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| Whom her heart loves now, tell her to love even more
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| Let's go to the bottom, you and I are sad
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| You and I are sad. |
| You and I are sad
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| You and I are sad. |
| You and I are sad
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| You and I are sad. |
| You and I are sad
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| You and I are sad… |