Your girl is crying in the night, is she wrong or is she right?
I can't do anything anymore!
Your girl is shining in the night, burning, burning, burning bright!
I don't know what to do anymore!
Tell her that I'm like her, that I still love songs
Which speak of love and swallows, of sorrow, of wind, of shivers .
Tell her that I think of her when people talk to me about magnolias
When I hear this new music
That resonates like the sounds of fighting.
Your girl is crying in the night, is she wrong or is she right?
No, I don't know how to do it anymore!
She is so strong that she breaks, she was proud she is submissive
Like a love that lets go, that breaks and does not bend!
You look like her when she trembles
And in your voice, I sometimes hear a little of her voice.
br/>She looks like you when she trembles
When she cries, there in the hearts of the flowering trees.
Tell her that I am afraid for her in the basements, when he it's dark
When I hear this new music where despair comes to scream.
Tell her that I think of her in a large field of magnolias
And that if all the flowers are beautiful
I often burn my fingers.
Magnolias by the hundreds, magnolias like in the old days!
I don't know how to do it anymore, the magnolias are still there!
She looks like all girls when they love like that
Whether they are naughty or shy, poor violets or magnolias.
She loves big humid skies and dice serve where it's cold.
Sometimes she cries when I arrive and she laughs when she leaves.
If you leave in the storm, if you leave, you I'll see her!
Tell her that I'm like her, that I still love songs
That speak of love and swallows, of sorrow, of wind and shivers.
Magnolias...

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