| On this huge planet, son,
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| Under the dome of eternal heaven
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| There are many different paths and roads,
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| And various outlandish places.
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| But where would you wander away
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| Anyway, you remember, meeting the dawn,
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| That there is one place, one,
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| Where did you appear, where did you appear,
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| Where were you born.
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| Green palms and white ice
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| And the bright colors of the seas
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| Perhaps you will see and fall in love,
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| But it will pass, trust me.
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| How to live and what to do you choose yourself,
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| But more often over the years
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| You will dream of a birch edge
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| Where did you appear, where did you appear,
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| Where were you born.
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| You are now singing a song about roads,
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| But the time will come, my son,
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| When you come here and understand
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| That you returned home.
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| And I believe that someday you yourself will understand that there are neither sorrows nor troubles,
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| As long as someone remembers you,
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| Where did you appear, where did you appear,
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| Where were you born
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| Where did you appear, where did you appear,
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| Where were you born. |