There is no distance for the heart That beats to the rhythm of the night, It is the same moon that we see And it is the same song that unites us. Exact rhythm is that of a heart That does not go numb in the face of misfortune And that in complete darkness manages to see the light At the end of the tunnel. We are all in the voice And also in the silence, It is love, even if it seems like wind In the beauty of the moment. And there is no forgetting for a heart That makes memory its beat That for memory has a large shell That protects everything dear. Exact rhythm is the heart That does not go numb in the face of misfortune And that in complete darkness manages to see the light At the end of the tunnel. We are all in the voice And also in the silence, It is love, even if it seems like wind In the beauty of the moment. We are all in the voice And also in the silence, It is love, even if it seems like wind In the beauty of the moment. And as a single spectator, It is the same moon that we see, There is no distance, and in its nocturnal light We will meet. There is no distance, and in its night light We will meet.

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