Ho ancora un dubbio e non lo posso fermare:
quanti deserti devo ancora annaffiare
prima di cogliere quel fiore che hai nel cuore?
When I die, I'll be blown to the ground with the first snow fall,
Laughing, to fly with you around the world, and no happier in this world ...
When you die, you'll become the sun and steal my cold,
And mimosas will blossom in the gardens ...
PS IK HOU VAN JOUUUUUUUUU! =)
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