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It runs, it runs,
The sickness of love,
In the heart or the children
From 7 to 77 years old
It sings, it sings,
The insolent river
That brings together in its bed
The blond hair, the grey hair
she makes men sing
And makes the world bigger
It sometimes hurts
The length of a life
She makes women cry
And scream in the darkness
But the most painful thing
is when we heal ourselves
It runs, it runs,
The sickness of love,
In the heart or the children
From 7 to 77 years old
It sings, it sings,
The insolent river
That brings together in its bed
The blond hair, the grey hair
It surprises the schoolgirl
On the bench of a class
By the innocent charm
of an English teacher
It strikes in the street
That unknown passing
And will never forget
That floating perfume
It runs, it runs,
The sickness of love,
In the heart or the children
From 7 to 77 years old
It sings, it sings,
The insolent river
That brings together in its bed
The blond hair, the grey hair
It runs, it runs,
The sickness of love,
In the heart or the children
From 7 to 77 years old
It sings, it sings,
The insolent river
That brings together in its bed
The blond hair, the grey hair
It makes sing men (it runs, it runs)
(The sickness of love) and expend the world
It sometimes hurts
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