What a strange, strange, strange effect
What a strange, strange, strange shock when he kisses me
So many colored little stars
I see so many, yellow, green, red and blue
I feel beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
With my stars, stars, stars colored
Streamers with colors
That I had never seen before

What will it be, love or fantasy?
Nostalgia, nostalgia for you

I can't wait to meet him
To talk to him, to hug him and to kiss him
Honestly I must say
That for a long time I don't recognize myself anymore

What will it be, love or fantasy?
Nostalgia, nostalgia for you

What a strange, strange, strange effect
What a strange, strange, strange shock when he kisses me
So many colored little stars
I see so many, yellow, green, red and blue
I feel beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
With my stars, stars, stars colored
Streamers with colors
That I had never seen before

What will it be, love or fantasy?
Nostalgia, nostalgia for you

I can't wait to meet him
To talk to him, to hug him and to kiss him
Honestly I must say
That for a long time I don't recognize myself anymore

I feel beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
With my stars, stars, stars colored
Streamers with colors
That I had never seen before
Yellow, red and blue
Green, yellow and blue
Red, yellow and blue
Green, red and blue

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