If you don't come from my eyes
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And with your hands you shake the nap
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Awareness of the nostalgia that is in me
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What was in the distance turns off if you don't want to
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You made me reconciled with the world, and you brought me back to my son
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A small child is lying on the ground barefoot
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Before you, my heart was a tree, yes, birds
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A paradise without colors, a butterfly that does not fly
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You changed the time, you replaced the cold with warmth
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What if the air would pass through my robes?
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He erases boredom with his breeze
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I was satisfied with my torment, the most important is his love for the moon, if the air was not
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I taught my heart to tell
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I forgot how to cry
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And wipe the tears, crying over the tired eyelashes, ahhhhhhh
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Translation:
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If you hadn't come to my eye's sleepiness
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And with your hands shacked my peace
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If you hadn't woken up the craving in me
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Which had been faded away by the distance
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If you hadn't come and made everything right
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You brought me back to my childhood
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To a little bright girl who runs on the floor with bare feet
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Before I met you, my heart was like a tree with no birds upon
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Colorless paradise, a butterfly that can't fly
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You've changed the seasons, replaced the cold with warmth
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If love hadn't reached my door
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If love breeze hadn't removed boredom
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I would have been satisfied with my suffering
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No love burden, no moon
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You've taught my heart to speak
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You've got me to forget how to cry
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And wiped away my confused tear
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On my eyelashes that got tired of spending the nights awake |