The wooden puppet was burning in the street…
A man and a woman hugged
With their confidences in their suitcase…
The holidays…
Where the last ones still light up fires
Of the Bengali of Naples of the New Year celebration
And the amulets of magic slowly go out.
Lend an ear to these true cries
Lend your voice to my songs
One fine day you were the doll that fell asleep.
And I am a charming prince
A new charmer of songs
A new creator of illusions and fantasies.
And what does it matter if in the middle of a night
At the end of a summer
I wanted you mine.
And from song to song the refrains
Of a love passed too quickly
In the shade of a cherry tree in bloom...
And the refrains of desires...
Where a flower touched your hair
And took you back to the city,
and among the traffic you found
a passing love.
Lend your ear to these true cries
Lend your face to my songs
One fine day you were the doll that you were asleep.
And what does it matter if I asked you for love too
Or a body of water so we can look at each other
And from song to song
That puppet that burned in the mind .
And what does it matter if in the middle of a night
At the end of a summer
I wanted you mine
I wanted you mine
I wanted you mine.< br/>

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