| Splashing, splashing, splashing and everything is in a hurry,
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| Fast water, like a woman, the river is life,
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| I tore sweet red berries with a wet palm,
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| In the summer, with intoxicating sunsets, I waited for a meeting with my beloved,
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| Further hurried, flowed, further hurried, flowed.
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| A fast river married the first person you met,
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| The first one I met was endless ice,
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| Summer secretly kissed these shores,
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| But the river won't go anywhere else with him.
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| Chained, chained, chained, no more strength
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| Everything that was given without memory, the ice extinguished,
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| And not to find out why the summer does not cut him,
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| Maybe the river is motionless, it no longer attracts,
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| He is no longer attracted, he is no longer attracted.
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| A fast river married the first person you met,
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| The first one I met was endless ice,
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| Summer secretly kissed these shores,
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| But the river won't go anywhere else with him.
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| It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it tears the strings,
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| The morning only gives her a heavy hangover,
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| And she lay like a white tablecloth, old with a young soul,
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| The river splashes in memory of its small life,
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| Your small life, your small life.
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| A fast river married the first person you met,
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| The first one I met was endless ice,
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| Summer secretly kissed these shores,
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| But the river won't go anywhere else with him. |