Blue, the morning is blue
The sun, if I call it, will come
It will stop at my voice
And until eternity
On its path it will go Towards another blue
After, I don't know if there is after It must not be true
Because at carnival
I am looking for you, although you will not be there
And your voice lies in the blue
Afterwards Yes, I don't know if there is any later
If the sun will wake up again
Because the song must not be true
Because at carnival
The heart will sing, the reason for living
It will sing without speaking or feeling

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