| When, when will we sail with you to the country,
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| Where pine trees give silence at night.
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| When, when will we sail with you to the country,
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| Where the birds remember the first spring.
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| Well, when, when we are with you, you and I,
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| When we see land, we drop anchor.
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| And suddenly what was far away will become closer,
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| What was not easy will continue.
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| Here clouds carelessly fly across the sky,
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| And now our boat is fast and light,
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| We are carried away with you by the river,
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| It's like two empty spaces.
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| A wave of the oar, and the water carried sorrows with it,
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| Not forever, but only for a moment
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| The cry of seagulls and the warmth of the sun helped me.
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| When, when will we sail with you to the country,
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| Where you don't need to remember the days gone by.
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| When, when will we sail with you to the country,
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| Where there is no need to hide anything in the eyes.
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| Where clouds carelessly fly across the sky,
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| Our boat will be fast and light,
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| Splash of water, and two thousand two stars.
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| Scattered on the water everywhere.
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| Myriad grains, points of golden needles,
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| Sun rays, warmth of joy
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| Penetrate through glass
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| Into the depth of the pupils.
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| Wake up cinema, the world is mysterious
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| Through dark glasses.
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| And you say it's better than dreams.
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| I will laugh together me and you.
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| And we will hear, there is such silence all around,
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| As if the war was over.
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| You are in the ensuing silence
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| Throw yourself into my arms
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| Clouds fly across the sky like fluff,
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| I will forget that my spirit is so oppressed,
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| Everything will be carried away by the river, as if two trifles.
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| As if two trifles ...
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| The river takes everything... |