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I know a place where the wind,
He neither pushes me nor drags me;
Blow to comb my hair,
Where, when I slip,
I always fall into I love you.
And I don't want anything else,
let me live in peace.
I'm leaving for my place,
I'm leaving where I always go.
Where are those who wait for me,
Where are those who love me?
Where, just one look,
It's enough to understand me.
Let's see how I explain it to you.
This is felt or not felt.
That which is never bought,
that which is never sold.
That which lives in your soul
that one loves and defends oneself, eh...
he loves himself and defends himself, eh...
Because your arguments don't convince me,
Money has never been what I dreamed of.
I have always been loyal to my feelings,
That's why today I want to go back...
to bite my brunette's lips,
in the middle of SINCERITY street,
to offer a concert at the full moon
and to dress in freedom, ah...
dress in freedom, ah...
dress in freedom, ah...
Even though I know you don't understand,
I don't want to get there first.
I don't like your walks
and I don't like your sky,
the one that only opens
with a full wallet.
You throw it wherever you want,
I'll be back tomorrow.
I need the Moon,
the sincerity of a kiss.
And I don't want more fortune than
my people and my universe, oh...
my people and my universe, oh...
Because your arguments don't convince me,
Money has never been what I dreamed of.
I have always been loyal to my feelings,
That's why today I want to go back...
where they explode "I love you's" in hugs,
where is the camp of truth,
where the wind combs my hair every morning
with perfumes of freedom, ah...
perfumes of freedom, ah...
perfumes of freedom, ah...
I already walk through loneliness.
And your arguments don't convince me,
Money has never been what I dreamed of.
I have always been loyal to my feelings,
That's why today I want to go back...
to bite my brunette's lips,
in the middle of SINCERITY street,
to offer a concert at the full moon
I'm already walking through loneliness, ah...
where they explode "I love you's" in hugs,
where is the camp of truth,
where the wind combs my hair every morning
with perfumes of freedom, ah...
perfumes of freedom, ah...
perfumes of freedom, ah ah...
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