| Doubts for many years
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| Torment the depths of my soul -
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| I thought about ending this life.
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| I lived in a cruel world
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| Where there is no time for sleep
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| Where are the ups and downs
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| They go almost in unison.
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| I had a dream as a child
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| Where was the endless ocean
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| And there was a steep slope,
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| and the wind played with waves.
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| Since then I have kept my dream
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| That I'll be there someday.
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| And I will find freedom again
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| I will return myself to the sea winds.
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| Now, finding myself in the center of madness,
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| Caught up in this dangerous game
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| I run away, discarding thoughts
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| And I dive into the ocean with my head.
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| The sky was filled with black paint,
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| The wind whistles so stubbornly in my ears.
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| I climb to the cliff with apprehension,
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| Unable to contain animal fear.
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| Standing on the edge of a steep cliff,
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| Silently I look at the fury of the waves,
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| Like the ocean, with the agility of a bay,
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| The rocks are destroyed by a steep bastion.
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| Like a storm with a mighty gust
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| Breaks trees like straw
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| Like seagulls soaring over a cliff
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| Surrendered to the arms of the explosive wind.
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| The wind grows stronger every moment
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| With difficulty I can stand on my feet,
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| The soul is filled with a strange excitement,
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| The heartbeat is given in the temples. |