Your girl is crying in the night
Is she wrong or is she right
I can't do anything more about it
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
That talk about 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 nt like the sounds of fighting
Your girl is crying in the night
Is she wrong, is she right
I don't know what to do 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
She looks like you
When she trembles
When she cries
There in the heart
Trees in bloom.
Tell her I'm afraid for her
In the basements when it's dark
When I hear this new music
Where the despair comes to cry
Tell her that I think of her
In a large field of magnolias
And what if everything's the flowers are beautiful
I often burn my fingers
Magnolias by the hundreds
Magnolias like in the past
I don't know how to do it anymore
The magnolias are always 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 the deserts where it's cold
Sometimes she cries when I arrive
And she laughs when she leaves
If you leave in the storm
If you go away you will see her
Tell her that I am like her
That I still love songs
That speak of love and swallows...

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