Chorus:
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Again July, again to the south,
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I will write my dream in verse.
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Light illuminate the houses of the region
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And I am with them, forgotten in dreams.
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The sun will come back drop by drop,
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Where the day was left in the arms of the night.
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Thoughts are noticeably hovering in the windows
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In sunny spots, quiet in time.
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The day promises to remove all sorrows.
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I see the dawn knitting dreams in the window.
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Morning is greeted only by dreams
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In the game of the sun, the light on the glass.
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Chorus:
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Again July, again to the south,
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I will write my dream in verse.
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Light illuminate the houses of the region
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And I am with them, forgotten in dreams.
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The air will melt and the background of sleepy buildings
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It will remind you of May to the very outskirts.
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My city scrolls through the plot on the screen
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And he will make us be better over the years.
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People don't know what I dream about
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And that only the world whispers to me in response.
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And I drown in the arms of paradise
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In the warm dawn, where there used to be snow.
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Bridge:
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The sun is dripping on the walls,
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Captures moments with drops
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Every time knowing where we are
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Easily touches the bed.
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And we will wake up from a lung
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Whispers, only to us
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Opening eyes in paradise...
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Chorus:
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Again July, again to the south,
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I will write my dream in verse.
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Light illuminate the houses of the region
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And I am with them, forgotten in dreams.
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Again July, again to the south,
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I will write my dream in verse.
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Light illuminate the houses of the region
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And I am with them, forgotten in dreams.
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Forgotten in dreams, forgotten in dreams. |