| It does not exist a little while of the day
In which it can separate to me from you
The world seems different
When not these next to my
There is beautiful no melodia
In which not surgas your
Nor I want to listen to it If not it listening your
IT IS that you have become
Partly of my soul
Nothing already consoles to me If not these your also
Beyond your lips
Of the sun and stars
With you to the distance
Loved mine, I am.
IT IS that you have become
Partly of my soul
Nothing already consoles to me
If not these your also
Beyond your lips
Of the sun and stars
With you to the distance
Loved mine, I am
(With you to the loved distance mine I am)
With you. |
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