Is it possible that in this soil, everything I have, let me go to the soil of homesickness, plant my nostalgia for the distance of your eyes, I am coming back, I am coming back, I will come back
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O you tell me my young form , tell me where it is , where is the earth and the soil, it is so familiar with me, without the example of my birth, the season of my death is here , I will come back, no
one has the shade of my year and three bodies like you , we are happy, and who remembers me as much as you? You laughed in the cradle, you
cant go back and forth, you didnt look back, no one introduced me to me like you, they didnt introduce themselves to me, I will come back, I will come back
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O you tell me my young form , tell me where it is , where is it, what land and soil is it so familiar with me, without the example of my birth, the season of my death is here , I will come back, I will come back.
