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$ - VISA 4817 7601 7981 0092 € - MasterCard 5336 6902 1449 0288 For Donations /Pour Les Dons /Para Donaciones /Per le Donazioni / Für Spenden /Для Пожертвований / 捐款 / 寄付のために / للتبرعات / Рубли - £, ₣, Ұ, ¥, Kč, zł, Br, ₸ - The sun is setting over the sea And slowly it comes to naught You hear a man walking The first houses and touches already Crossing the cross, he takes the plunge Stifling the step is dark now It seemed long, that’s the road He longed for the time to return Few changes are the contours The house and garden just upstairs Where their days end That he swore never to leave again His childhood comes to mind Sweet moments to run and play And her Angelina's hair He rolled his eyes to dream He finds meaning in his life again His ladder stopped to climb Ritual as a final challenge Here is his peace coming now Look for the door keys It makes you spin In silence his merchandise Like a rebound it comes to thirteen or so many months so many seasons From sea to sea Today he is looking for the reason That led his life there So many colors and fruits lost That today he has come to recover Leaving some dreams hanging In the confines of some city And of Anghjulina found in this place The skin softens the kisses of fire Tonight for the pilgrim Sleep may not come Fury to discover the way That brings him closer to happiness Dear tomorrow on the beach A new sun will set And then Anghjulina's eyes They will no longer shine.
