I love the beautiful goddess
who lives on the other side of the sea
I often wave to her
in her arms life is good
she told me herself
No I'm on the other side of the sea
but without my goddess next to me
I often waved to her
in her arms life was good
she told me herself
A quiet wind brings her whispering words
come and be happy with me
'Cause she wasn't a real goddess
when I took her in my arms
she lost her immortality
in her arms life was good
she told me herself
A quiet wind brings her whispering words
come and be happy with me
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