And I ask you, river, carry me to the banks.
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Let go, leave me there. |
Throw the body on the sand
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I'm so tired, I probably won't get up
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And I can’t walk myself, to my mistress of the house of dreams.
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She will come, getting dirty in the silt. |
She sees me and freezes.
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And everything will end from now on, I will lose the previous track.
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There, the forest quietly rustles on the edge, time freezes forever
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And only the Mistress herself knows what the secret is.
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The wind carries the smells of spring, playing
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In her hair, the color of the full moon.
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She's beautiful, so I think I'm crazy
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Thousands of times I fell asleep in her arms.
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I want to scream, but there is sadness in my lungs
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And I ask you to break the silence
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I'm so embarrassed right now.
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I went nowhere for a long time, I changed the hundredth plan.
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Now I'm dying from my wounds
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Before your eyes.
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The blue dress sways
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Maybe it's a mirage and I'm crazy.
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But let it be, I don't care, yeah
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These illusions are your temple.
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And I'm afraid to lose the border, where is the dream, where is the reality,
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where I dream of birds singing.
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I would fall on my face at your doorstep
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If I could feel
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There
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Where the golden dawn, paints the sky,
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Reflecting in her eyes
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May plays in the gardens, without beginning or end.
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She's beautiful, but you can't see her face
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And I ask you, river, carry me to the banks.
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Let go. |
Leave me there. |
Throw the body on the sand
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You are not flowing, you are carrying me into the ocean,
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I won't see her there: my mistress of the house of dreams... |