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Translation
Dying old
Your ebony curls
Facing the ocean
Behold the plain
Lightly touched by the wind
Under the brown pearls
And the ivory skies
In the seas, in the dunes
Where we come and sit
We shall take time
To see everything
To love every moment
As if on a last evening
I wish I may die old
In your silk arms
Under a rainy sky
So that we may drown
I have a single wish
Before the hereafter
It's your salt, your fire
To burn my voice
We shall say never
We shall say always
As in pig Latin
We shall make love
We shall break the chains
Of our golden jails
Of the garden of Eden
To cheat death
We shall fly away
All up there
To borrow the moons
And sink in the waters
I wish I may die old
In your silk arms
Under a rainy sky
So that we may drown
I have a single wish
Before the hereafter
It's your salt, your fire
To burn my voice
In the orange fields
Of Galicia and Andalusia
We shall be happy together
With delights and fruits
Going to sleep at dawn
Satisfied with life
In the blue, in the purple
Of an everlasting night
I wish I may die old
In your silk arms
Under a rainy sky
So that we may drown
I have a single wish
Before the hereafter
It's your salt, your fire
To burn my voice
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Submitted by 
batay on 2019-01-11
batay on 2019-01-11Added in reply to request by 
Valeriu Raut
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Tim Dup: Top 3
| 1. | Place espoir |
| 2. | Une autre histoire d'amour |
| 3. | Mourir vieux |
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