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Now that I'm twenty years old, now that I still have strength, that I don't have a dead soul, and I feel my blood boiling. Now that I feel capable of singing if another sings. Today that I still have a voice and still can believe in God... I want to sing to the stones, the earth, the water, the wheat and the path I'm treading on. At night, to the sky, to this sea of ours, and to the wind that comes in the morning to kiss my face. I want to raise my voice, for a storm, for a ray of sun, or for the nightingale that will sing in the evening. Now that I'm twenty years old, now that I still have strength, that I don't have a dead soul, and I feel my blood boiling. Now that I'm twenty years old, now that my heart races, for a moment of love, or seeing a child cry... I want to sing about love. The first. The last. The one that makes you suffer. The one you live for a day. I want to cry with those who are all alone, passing through the world without any love. I want to raise my voice, to sing to the men who were born standing, who live standing, and who die standing. I want and want and want to sing. Today that I still have a voice. Who knows if I'll be able to tomorrow. But today I'm only twenty years old. Today I still have strength, and I don't have a dead soul, and I feel my blood boiling...