Tell me about the seagulls, most of all about your hands
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From those beautiful eyes that I can't kiss and see
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Talk about the rain, neither the heat nor the humidity
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Talk about your sleep, neither during the day nor about trouble
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Your eyes are ocean blue, I'd drown there
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And let the world watch the birth of this love
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You are the most beautiful flower, I am the seed you gave
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My heavenly scent, calculate your position
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Touch, touch my heart
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Tell me if you can, I'm not there
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Touch, maybe you miss
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I'm on your way to the end, I'm at the end of your way
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That's what you call love, it should shine like this
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You come, I'm on that road with my soul
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The longing became rebellious, its vein cracked
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What a beautiful thing you are, the carnival of my soul
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My vocabulary is low, let there be no nights
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This is the rise of a fire from the ashes
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Convoys and wedding horn in my heart
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There is a tie between us, don't let this knot break
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Hey, a dead man is back with his joy
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Actually, the separation is not the port but the ships.
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The moment I said it was over, life unfolded before me
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You came, wasted from the garden of Eden
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And my rose, ask me whatever you want
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Love touched my feet, I can't go even if I wanted to
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Love is a rose, separation is like ashes
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And you just look like a rose
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I'm coffee in the morning of your June eyes
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We looked for forty seconds, remember forty years
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While telling the world about my love
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We looked at forty seconds, forty years comes out of my mind
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White makes love clean so black respect
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He would have loved you so much if my mother had lived
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Peace, blue in the eyes of the sea
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I couldn't taste this excitement if I had lived before
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And I'm glad you're in my good ones
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I'm glad I'm first, I'm glad you're deep
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There are miles of trouble, but you're on my tongue
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My most beautiful song, I'm glad you're with me
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Love, your hands on my hands I can't dismiss him
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This is a big thing, by no means little.
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I can't digest defeat when it comes to you
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And no scent can give as much pleasure as you
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Awakened the sleeping soul, the child has grown inside me
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And we are half of a fruit that does not fit in the branches
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E i.e. the best thing that ever happened to me is a love spell
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Blanket on my soul, goose down on my cheeks
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Awakened the sleeping soul, the child has grown inside me
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And we are half of a fruit that does not fit in the branches
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A cry of joy inside me, this is the motive of love
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How nice, you are a mother's white milk to her baby
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Touch, touch my heart
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Tell me if you can, I'm not there
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Touch, maybe you miss
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I'm on your way to the end, I'm at the end of your way
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Touch, touch my heart
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Tell me if you can, I'm not there
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Touch, maybe you miss
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I'm on your way to the end, I'm at the end of your way |