| Love is in the form of a flying bird
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| Sleeping love is a dead deer
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| I am a thirsty pilgrim under the rain
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| Blue spring love, but it is deadly
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| I die from this poisoned water
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| But he who dies of love is alive every moment until the Day of Judgment
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| I die from this poisoned water
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| Death loves being the pinnacle of a bird's flight
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| You who mean love, give me meaning, my friend
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| Lie this sound to the grave of stories
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| Call my name from the depths of the night, from the tunnel of the wall
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| Be my last reason to be alive
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| Me, I am the seed of cry, be the good soil of my land
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| Honest dawn of my rebellion, wake up
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| Love crosses the border of existence
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| Death was the beginning of the story
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| I'm on my way, don't say it's too early
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| The one who surrendered was not in love like us
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| I'm on my way, don't say it's too early
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| But the one who gave up his lovers never died
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| You who mean love, give me meaning, my friend
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| Lie this sound to the grave of stories
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| Call my name from the depths of the night, from the tunnel of the wall
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| Be my last reason to be alive
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| Me, I am the seed of cry, be the good soil of my land
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| Honest dawn of my rebellion, wake up
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| Love crosses the border of existence
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| Death was the beginning of the story
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| I'm on my way, don't say it's too early
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| The one who surrendered was not in love like us
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| But the one who gave up his lovers never died |