I don't like it when it's cold,
all things are colorless.
Winter is coming: everything is grey,
and my heart is hungry for the sun.
I'm tired of breathing
this heavy air, I feel suffocated.
Here in the north I'm a foreigner
and I dream of warm tropical temperatures.
I'm going... I want to go.
Now... I'm leaving.
I don't like it when it's cold,
all the houses are without heat.
I dream of a warm, dark earth
where the sunset is red and gold.
I'm tired of walking,
people pushing me, I feel suffocated.
Among this fog I continue to dream
skies like this warm and far away.
I'm going... I want to go.
Now... I'm going away.

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