| Thirty-eight winters left me,
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| Days, like cranes, build a wedge in the sky,
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| Hops of crazy love, booze and friends.
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| Golden, believe me, you are mine alone.
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| Having lost, he regretted, and, having found, he lost,
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| I wanted to leave at night to other people's doors,
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| And without looking up, I saw the abyss of the bottom,
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| Golden, only you, I have one.
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| Chorus:
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| How many times did I hide the cold of my eyes from you,
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| I gave gray hair instead of roses more than once,
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| All my stupidity, honey, I'm sorry
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| You alone, once again, can only save me.
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| In the gold of the hair, the silver of the roots,
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| And tired eyes, there are no relatives in the world,
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| Summer days are warm, keeping in the midst of winters,
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| My little gold, you are mine alone.
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| Chorus:
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| How many times did I hide the cold of my eyes from you,
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| I gave gray hair instead of roses more than once,
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| All my stupidity, honey, I'm sorry
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| You alone, once again, can only save me.
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| How many times did I hide the cold of my eyes from you,
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| I gave gray hair instead of roses more than once,
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| All my stupidity, honey, I'm sorry
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| You alone, once again, can only save me. |