She didn't like my two-room stay
You who travel, if you cross her path one day
Come back and tell me
Come back and tell me
Tell me a little if she still wears
In her hair, her essences of love
And all my dreams
On her lips

But promise me, don't get too close
If you lay your fingers on the bronze of her skin, you'll go crazy
You'll go crazy
Without suspecting, I held her very tight
Even today
My eyes are burning
Burning

She, she is of the age of long journeys
Of Arab princes, of love marriages
Of free slaves, of stories to follow
I often only came home every other night
And my friends were curious people
Hard to follow but tell her
I'm learning to live again

But promise me, don't get too close
If you lay your fingers on the bronze of her skin, you'll go crazy
You'll go crazy
Without suspecting, I held her very tight
Even today
My eyes are burning
Burning

She didn't like my two-room stay
And you who travel, if you cross her path one day
Come back and tell me
Come back and tell me
Tell her that for her I would give
My last breath and even the one after
The one after, even
The one after

And tell her that for her I would give
My last breath and even the one after
The one after, even
The one after

Oh, tell her that for her I would give
My last breath and even the one after
The one after, even

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