I am wounded: remember our Eden!
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Made me crazy with love, and then ...
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I'm wounded and I want again
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Make time turn back.
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Where the West is looking for the shadow of the East,
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The eyes of love are stronger than vice,
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Glass city lights
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And the eternal ringing of bells.
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I want to go where the roses cry
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And my rhyme pulls the Adam's apple,
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The moon writes prose at night
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And in the morning the Aryk murmurs.
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There, the cry of love caressed our ears,
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They went crazy without each other,
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And the lips were swollen not from tears,
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And the sap of birches quenched our thirst.
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Chorus:
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Where in endless passion
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Spring gives birth to gentle nonsense,
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And black poppies look careless,
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And white roses haughty gaze.
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And black poppies look careless,
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And my favorite dog is a Labrador.
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There the night kisses the lavender bush,
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And the sea is blue topaz.
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There are star garlands in the sky
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And the stones of the mountains are like diamonds.
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I want to go where the songs of marvelous fairies
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Where there are flocks of white doves.
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Here everyone who drank love poison,
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Again, again they want it.
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Chorus:
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Where in endless passion
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Spring gives birth to gentle nonsense,
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And black poppies look careless,
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And white roses haughty gaze.
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And black poppies look careless,
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And my favorite dog is a Labrador.
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I am wounded: remember our Eden!
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Made me crazy with love, and then ...
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I'm wounded and I want again
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Make time turn back.
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I want to go back, where the West is looking for the shadow of the East,
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The eyes of love are stronger than vice,
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Glass city lights
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And the eternal ringing of bells. |