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Translation
The departure
An orange horizon smiled to me
As I touched the light of the lighthouse, I felt the trembling
Today you won't see me under the sun's light
Today I won't see you, I'll sing because of you
I will be the birds, the rain
I will be the gallop in the plain
The dark night
I will be the shout in the mountain
I will walk in search of clear water
My small path, take me with you
Trade winds, gales, brave navigators
The gold of the evening, my mother's eyes
The red in the blue, comets fusing with the sea
And at nightfall, I will sleep next to the fire
I'm going to the long way that the train passes
I want to see white sand on my skin
Olive trees and paths, I will get lost
I know about a place where willows laugh, I'll take you [there]
I will be the birds, the rain
I will be the gallop in the plain
The dark night
I will be the shout in the mountain
I will walk in search of clear water
My small path, take me with you
Trade winds, gales, brave navigators
The gold of the evening, my mother's eyes
The red in the blue, comets fusing with the sea
And at nightfall
Abacadaea✕
Marilia Monzón: Top 3
| 1. | La realidad |
| 2. | La partida |
| 3. | Todo bien |
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