Before the sun rises, it passes, my love, you will forget, you will forget me.
And before the singing fades in your throat, you will forget, you will forget me.
And the sky is silent in these matters, because it is not things of angels, oblivion. Before the sun rises, it will pass, my love, you will forget, you will forget me.
Before you become better, my lord, change, change you.
To a land without borders, wine and dance, change, change pregnancy.
And the sky..., my dance. Before you become...

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