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Lying down to your bossoms calm,

with my hands I caress you,

your deep oceans, your beautyful vales,

my pity is so strong.

Sadness from her bleeding heart,

our cruel love reveal the truth,

we'll touch her with fever, make her sick forevermore.

Fools are blind, what's next to see.

Will your rivers turns to red?

Oh, my dear mistress, this fever will not stop, like a

silhouette of silence, you suffer without a word

My eyes moist with tears. Oh, so I suffer.

Silhouette of silence, Save yourself!