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and the pleasure it can bring ;) ... enjoy it , as your WE

– into the storm … on a horse made of soap when soap bubbles start to fly make a wish - maybe yesterday's sorrow will vanish after the rain

~ maybe it wasn't much … ~ what i couldn't feel , … i learned to touch

… like an earthquake ~ … in space and time

have sometimes an unhappy ending ~ still they let me feel happiness . they wouldn't burst like soap bubbles

there could be a new beginning ... waiting . is it too shy for me ... ? or me too shy for it ?

don't trick me ... or i'll make you sigh ~ seven years of gruesome cold ~ when you wake up you'll be old

amazed me with their strange moves

together through stormy weather ~ i kiss you little fishes ... kiss me little fishes . ~ play with the bubbles and those little lights in the deep , dark water ~ let's do it .. and hold on °

et son coeur doux , fort et trist parfois

if some drops fall on you , swallow them and then ...

… et je veux la chaleur - encore

... que les couleurs

to forget .. but still holding ___ on touch the warm - inside ... little sirenes