| From the peace of the distant sea
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| Until the green and transparent waves
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| Where silence has no appeal anymore
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| And everything gets confused
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| From the gray and black lagoons
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| From toiling without rest
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| From thirst to hunger to fright
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| To the most secret torment
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| We had fathers we had mothers
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| Brother friends and acquaintances
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| And we learned to give it a new name
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| To our feelings
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| And so one day to walk
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| On this earth under a miserly sun
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| For a love that seemed sweet and E turned out to be bitter
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| But it's just an echo in the wind
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| In the wind that answers me
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| Peace come from the distant sea
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| Let silence come from the waves
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| And in the middle of the sea there is a distant point
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| So far from the houses and the port
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| Where the voice of the dearest things
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| It is only a memory
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| But from that point on
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| It no longer stands out
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| The shadow line is confusing
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| Memories and people in the wind
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| We had fathers we had mothers
|
| Brother friends and acquaintances
|
| And we learned to give it a new name
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| To our feelings
|
| And so one day to walk
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| Above the earth under the stingy sun
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| For a love that seemed sweet
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| And it turned out bitter
|
| But it's just an echo in the wind
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| In the wind that answers me
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| Peace come from the distant sea
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| Let silence come from the waves
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| But it's just an echo in the wind
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| In the wind that answers me
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| Peace come from the distant sea
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| Let silence come from the waves. |