To eternal promises
To days of great sunshine
To moments of gold and light
To the silences of souls
To no -said which ignite
In the knowing fires of clear moons
As long as water falls asleep in the eyes of queens
As in the beds of rivers
So much that our hands remember
Nothing is really over
The offshore winds sometimes bring back
The sailor who gets lost
As long as your voice follows mine
br/>Nothing is really over
With unreal scents
To nights of amber and honey
To the sweet magics of the skin
To our paths of life
To everything that binds us
To this past which keeps us warm
As long as water falls asleep in the eyes of queens
As in the bed of rivers
As long as our hands remember
Nothing is really over
The offshore winds sometimes bring back
The sailor who gets lost
As long as your voice follows mine
Nothing is really over
If the offshore winds take you back
Nothing is really over
So much that water falls asleep in the eyes of queens
As in the beds of rivers
As long as our hands remember
The offshore winds sometimes bring back
The sailor who gets lost
As long as your voice follows mine
Nothing is really over, really over
Nothing is really over

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