| Love, if I were air, I would like your swallows
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| To look at them every minute and make them fly into my eyes
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| Those black and white swallows that even mute say a lot:
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| All the joy of a thousand evenings and just a moment of tears
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| And a moment only of crying and a moment only of crying
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| And just a moment of crying ...
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| Love, I'll never be tired of drinking all your honey
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| When you laugh or when you talk to me, a thousand sails swell inside me;
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| When a dream or a secret of yours makes you serious and you seem stolen
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| Fish flicker between your two flowers, my thirsty soul relives
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| My thirsty soul relives, my thirsty soul relives
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| My thirsty soul relives ...
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| Love, think if I had a dovecote tower
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| To make your two doves rest, tired of flying in the air
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| To see them rise straight into the sky and land in my hands
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| To caress them inside mine today and kiss them until tomorrow
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| And kiss them until tomorrow, and kiss them until tomorrow
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| And kiss them until tomorrow ...
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| Love, in my garden I would like your rose to bloom
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| Because my soul gets lost where the body is reborn and rests
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| That spring rose always red with dew
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| Mysterious as the evening, flashing like a sword
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| Flashing like a sword, flashing like a sword
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| Flashing like a sword ...
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| Love, dove, flower, fragile and strong love
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| Cheekiness and modesty, a companion of joy and fate
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| Bitter taste and sweetness, with the rainbow between your fingers
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| I would like to get lost in your breath, I would like to offer you this life of mine
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| I would like to offer you this life of mine, I would like to offer you this life of mine
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| I would like to offer you this life of mine ... |