Hide in the palms of the summer roads and greetings,
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To tear the void with letters and answers.
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Smells will not melt in the alarm of September flocks.
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We will put everything in its place, warming the dream.
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Dream...
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People are in a hurry somewhere, strangers and incomprehensible;
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Different, reckless, each in his own way.
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The city's heart is beating, it won't falter, it won't break.
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Let no one wake up in it.
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Chorus:
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I erase the letters of silence with the eraser of your smiles.
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Our sky and bridges are in the eyes of the unfortunate and happy fires.
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Just not to become a memory in someone else's piggy bank.
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It is hopeless to leave yourself in endless summer pictures.
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We have to start over, and summer is negligible.
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What is no longer there cannot be changed.
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We hide it in the palms of a butterfly,
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How alive, magical and simple, so as not to cool down!
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Chorus:
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I erase the letters of silence with the eraser of your smiles.
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Our sky and bridges are in the eyes of the unfortunate and happy fires.
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Just not to become a memory in someone else's piggy bank.
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It is hopeless to leave yourself in endless summer pictures.
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Hide summer in the palms of sunsets and sunrises,
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With looks and moments to tear the emptiness.
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The smells will not melt with the cry of the April flocks,
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We will leave ourselves in this, having met spring.
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Chorus:
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I erase the letters of silence with the eraser of your smiles.
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Our sky and bridges are in the eyes of the unfortunate and happy fires.
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Just not to become a memory in someone else's piggy bank.
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It is hopeless to leave yourself in endless summer pictures. |