A somewhat wary sparrow
That my singing does not scare
And a warm wind from the land, a beautiful book
A beer, what is wrong?

What is wrong is that I fly
Always for you
And in my sky, there is only one star

What is wrong is that I think too much for myself
And giving myself a meaning
Is difficult without you

And walking to go away
Without you seems almost like the ultimate madness
For those who are no longer here
What is wrong is that the eyes
Look down, ah, ah
And my mouth drinks too much and no longer sings
And what is wrong is that you are not here

And so I take a token and my finger
What does it matter if the wind does not want
If it changes voice, if it says it's over
If it discovers that I am alone

What is wrong is that I always fly to you
And in my sky, there is only one star
What is wrong is that I think too much for myself, eh, eh
And giving myself a meaning is difficult without you

What is wrong is that the eyes
Look down
And my mouth drinks too much and no longer sings
And what is wrong is that you are not here

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