| He leaves
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| pour storm
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| flood the city
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| Because a sun burns inside us
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| complaints
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| You know well that we don't have
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| And we will be serene
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| We will feel pleasure in the tone of our voice
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| See it in the look of who you love
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| It does not reflect a drama, it does not
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| It's the most sincere expression‚ yes
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| I came to prove that love, when it's pure
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| Awakens and alerts the mortal
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| That's where good wins evil
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| Let the rain fall, the good weather is yet to come
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| When love decides to change the look
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| Bringing peace in the sun
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| What does it matter if the weather outside is bad?
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| What does it matter…
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| If there's so much mud in the streets
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| And is the sky deserted and without moonlight?
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| If the flare of the light of your gaze comes to guide me
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| Lead my steps wherever I go
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| If there's so much mud in the streets
|
| And is the sky deserted and without moonlight?
|
| If the flare of the light of your gaze comes to guide me
|
| Lead my steps wherever I go
|
| See it in the look of who you love
|
| It does not reflect a drama, it does not
|
| It's the most sincere expression, yes (Sincere, yes)
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| I came to prove that love, when it is pure
|
| Awakens and alerts the mortal
|
| That's where good wins evil
|
| Let the rain fall, the good weather is to come
|
| When love decides to change the look
|
| Bringing peace in the sun
|
| What does it matter if the weather outside is bad?
|
| What does it matter…
|
| If there's so much mud in the streets
|
| And is the sky deserted and without moonlight?
|
| If the flare of the light of your gaze comes to guide me
|
| Lead my steps wherever I go
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| (Wherever I go)
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| If there's so much mud in the streets
|
| And the sky is deserted and without moonlight
|
| If the flare of the light of your gaze comes to guide me
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| Lead my steps wherever I go |