Because our skies are dark
And here we don't have the sea
We put blue in our eyes
It's in our looks that we get lost
It's perhaps because of the sun
Who forgets us for long seasons
We want gold like in Marseille
We put it in our blond hair
I am from a country with a horizon and a border
Which rings war, which rings eternal winter
And if you want to teach me
If you really want to know me well
br/>I am in every word in each of my gestures
A girl from the East
Here the cold freezes the bodies
But the heat can burn you
At home everything is intense and strong
We don't do things by halves
And all these crosses, these trenches
Here we know the price of blood
The absurdity of fighting when
We fell on both sides
I am from a region of a language of a history
Which sounds far away which rings of battles and memory
The one who saw me born
br/>The one who made me as I am made
A land, a character that I remain
I am one of these worthy people
And standing in their silence
Where word is word, where promise has meaning
And if you can understand
Who I am when I love or I hate
I will offer you straight, simple and sincere love
br/>From a girl from the East
A girl from the East

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