| There is a wind blowing over the meadows of the wind
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| There is a flutter in a tulle curtain
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| And I'll write a summer song
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| With sun and floral scent in the melody
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| I wanted to sing about Katarina
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| For woodwind flutes and alcymbal
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| But the tones of the wind become the songs of summer
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| I'm just listening in the birch leaf hall
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| There is a wind blowing over the meadows of the wind
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| There is a flutter in a tulle curtain
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| And I'll write a summer song
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| With sun and floral scent in the melody
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| There's a girl walking in the aspen grove
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| I have a yellowed photograph
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| Over the years, she became a dream, a fairy tale
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| The sympathy of a lone hiker
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| I wanted to write a little show
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| Where moments become eternity
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| But words become dumb and tones dull
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| And the song's thought becomes a secret
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| It's going to be a secret
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| I just want to sing
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| I just want to sing
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| Aaaah, Katarina!
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| There is a wind blowing over the meadows of the wind
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| There is a flutter in a tulle curtain
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| And I'll write a summer song
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| With sun and floral scent in the melody
|
| There's a girl walking in the aspen grove
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| I have a yellowed photograph
|
| Over the years, she became a dream, a fairy tale
|
| The sympathy of a lone hiker
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| I wanted to sing about Katarina
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| For woodwind flutes and alcymbal
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| But words become dumb and tones dull
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| And the show's action becomes a secret
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| I wanted to sing
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| I just want to sing
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| About Katarina
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| About how I feel
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| I stood under your summer window (summer window) |