The time which we take to say to each other: I love you.
Is the only time that is left at the end of our days.
The wishes we make the flowers we plant
Each harvests them in themselves
In the beautiful gardens of running time.
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People of my country it is your turn
to let yourself speak of love
People of my country it is your turn
to let yourself speak of love
It is time to love each other, the day to say so to each other
Melt like the snow at the fingers of spring
Let's celebrate our joys, let's celebrate our laughs
These eyes we plunge our eyes into
It is tomorrow that I was 20 years old.
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The creeks of the present days stop
and form a pond where everyone can see
like a mirror the love which it reflexs
for these hearts to whom I wish
the time to live out their hopes
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