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Translation
Bread with oil and salt
Take a picture of the roof terrace,
for I can see Mars from here
The hanged clothes, my August,
a field of corn spikes and snails
We'll wait for the cold to pass,
and under the tree we'll talk about everything
An elementary biorhythm,
a sea of aerials and animals
Astronauts fly low,
clouds pass by quite casually
With the pockets in our hands
we'll walk the steps of other feet
We'll have bread with oil and salt for breakfast
We'll dress it with a glass of wine
Leaving the city behind,
the afternoon is long, and maybe longer, much longer, is the night
Another place, another time
where we'll talk with other gods
My secret with subtitles,
paths of rice, paths of wheat
We'll wait for the sun to lower,
and under the tree we'll talk about time
An elementary biorhythm,
an artificial piece of life
Astronauts fly low,
clouds pass by quite casually
With the pockets in our hands
we'll walk the steps of other feet
We'll have bread with oil and salt for breakfast
We'll dress it with a glass of wine
Leaving the city behind,
the afternoon is long, and maybe longer, much longer, is the night
sunstorm
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Blaumut: Top 3
| 1. | Pa amb oli i sal |
| 2. | Bicicletes |
| 3. | Simplement |
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