| And again the masts float,
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| Emerge from the white mist
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| And again music in coffee houses
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| And on the ribbons of the sailors anchors
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| And again the wind of distant wanderings
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| For a boy, like greetings from Magellan
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| Through years and seas, through years and seas
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| Through the years, countries and seas.
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| I will not remember something in years, in years
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| But it has become attached and calls from afar
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| And steamboats, steamboats are sailing to me from childhood
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| Snow-white steamboats float like clouds.
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| And steamboats, steamboats are sailing to me from childhood
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| Snow-white steamboats float like clouds.
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| And the chestnuts are roasting again
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| And the beauties all wave their hands to me
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| And again they are all cunning
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| Giving me strange hopes
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| And again they all leave
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| Forgetting me, they leave with the sailors
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| Through years and seas, through years and seas
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| Through the years, countries and seas.
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| I will not remember something in years, in years
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| But it has become attached and calls from afar
|
| And steamboats, steamboats are sailing to me from childhood
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| Snow-white steamboats float like clouds.
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| And steamboats, steamboats are sailing to me from childhood
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| Snow-white steamboats float like clouds.
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| And steamboats, steamboats are sailing to me from childhood
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| Snow-white steamboats float like clouds. |