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Banais / Wedding

Tranströmer

A new breath of wind and the place lies desolate and silent again

Oh, it feels like none of this is real

Where I can breathe the air

Is your name on the seabed?

Well, she was born in the winter

The end of the beginning

Surface to air

The end of all our exploring

Hay muchas guerras por la libertad

You will know who they are