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This is already a bitter taste of the suburbs,
the bus sets off on a short trip,
out of breath, she runs from joke to joke,
from trip to trip, from poem to poem.
And I love , I want, I lose like this,
as if a year became a moment,
as if the world was slipping out of my hands.
What I have is, what I have,
is the joy of the most beautiful years.
What I have, what I have,
is a heart that can still afford everything.
This what I have, what I have,
is youth that I cannot hide,
is faith that I really know how to live,
I know how to live. ..
It's already autumn and there are no more kites,
and there are so many empty seats in cinemas.
I'm wiping the dust from recent events,
in the early summer, the network is thin, because
I am the wind, I sing the wind,
I am a meadow, a blade of grass.
Like a white yacht, sailing on an unknown day.
What I have, what I have,
is the joy of the most beautiful years.
What I have, what I have,
is a heart that can still afford everything .
What I have, what I have,
is youth that I cannot hide,
is faith that I can really live,< br/>I know how to live...