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Postcards from italy

Beirut
Postcards from italyThe times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go

The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
at those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times

And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine

Cartões postais da itáliaOs nossos tempos
Oh, quando o vento viria com chuva e neve
Não eram tão maus
Colocávamos nossos pés onde eles tinham, tinham que ir
Nunca ir
A alma despedaçada
Seguindo próxima mas quase duas vezes mais lenta
Nos meus bons tempos
Sempre havia pedras de ouro para arremessar
Naqueles que admitiam a derrota tarde demais
Aqueles eram nossos tempos
E eu amarei ver esse dia
Esse dia é meu
Quando ela vai casar comigo lá fora com os salgueiros
E tocar as músicas que fizemos
Elas me fizeram assim
E eu amaria ver esse dia
O dia dela era meu
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