| And that train ran, dragging it away
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| And someone sang out in the aisle
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| Poles, peasants and cities chased each other;
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| He leafed through the newspapers and imagined it
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| Still sitting there
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| And questions and answers, which remain there
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| And the broken sentences, so disheveled
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| Solutions none; |
| nothing will ever change
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| Always at the same point as before, the actors in the scene
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| They are in trouble
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| Ah, love is strong and already hiding
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| In cotton what happens
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| If love is full of violence
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| The reason is often hidden
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| Topic of conversation, sometimes the father of resentment
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| How much we ran after the flag of love
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| How much they immersed us
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| Inside the fountain of love!
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| And the night takes it and carries it with it
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| And a thought turns it on, even without coffee
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| And in the end he repents, he calls her: she is up
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| And willy-nilly, he still gets away
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| An 'I won't leave you anymore'
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| Ah, love is strong and has already torn
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| That easy consensus
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| Ah, love is written in principles
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| It is so intense, so complicit
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| Occasion for trepidation
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| Sometimes full of color
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| How long we ran
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| Behind the banner of love
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| How much they immersed us
|
| Inside the fountain of love!
|
| How long we ran
|
| Behind the banner of love!
|
| Ah, love is strong and already hiding
|
| In cotton what happens
|
| If love is full of violence
|
| The reason is often hidden
|
| Topic of conversation, sometimes the father of resentment
|
| How long we ran
|
| Behind the banner of love
|
| How much they immersed us
|
| Inside the fountain of love!
|
| How long we ran
|
| Behind the banner of love
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| Behind the banner of love
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| Behind the banner of love |