There, where your illusions flourish
Ahah, they are hanging from your balcony
The hopes of the one who sings to you
This one who loves you and idolizes you without conditions ³n
Ahá, where your flowers release their aroma
Ahá, because I knew your gardens
In love my soul looks out
And in a sigh it tells you what he feels for you
Turn your eyes to the green field
The hunters are already in bloom
If my voice is lost in oblivion
The hunters will tell you about my white love
They are hunters, not peanuts
AhÃÂ, where your pine trees kiss the sky
AhÃÂ, how much I love you I understood
That I must be the soul that I long for so much
Without you knowing it, I think that my god thought for me
Turn your eyes to the green field
The hutch hunters are already in bloom
If my voice is lost in oblivion
The hunters will tell you about my white love

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