| There is a wind of joy in the hearts of women
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| In the hearts of women there is a thread of madness
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| What makes you ... pleasure
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| In the hearts of women there is a melancholy
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| There is always a mania in the hearts of women
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| What makes you ... pleasure
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| And there is a night by the sea
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| There is a summer of songs that we learn with our eyes closed ... in the sun
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| Then in the autumn we sing again
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| Behind the windows when it rains, especially those evenings
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| That we remain alone, alone
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| And there is a locked door that you must never open
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| Because it is the room of love,
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| Whoever went in did not leave it
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| Almost never ... ouch, ouch, ouch ... women
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| In the hearts of women there is a hint of boredom
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| There is always some story in the hearts of women
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| To forget…
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| What makes you ... pleasure
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| But how many times does she dream of running away
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| From those half stories like ... mine
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| That I always look for the sun and then I get into trouble
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| In the hearts of women there is a bit of confusion
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| A NO means YES! |
| And a YES means ... NO ...
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| You must be able to understand
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| That there is a room for singing
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| That there is a room to cry out all that makes us suffer
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| And a few tears, from time to time, fall on the floor
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| Only time can dry it and then it knows ...
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| That there is a locked door that you must never open
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| Because it is the room of love
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| If you enter it then you get lost
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| And it's trouble ... ouch, ouch, ouch ... women ... women ...
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| In the hearts of women you see what is there
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| Just look at the eyes |