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The river flows
Flows, heart, to pour
Into the sea
All that remains is the illusion of reaching
The ocean of blue dreams
That springs within me

Waters running through the veins, in the chest carrying
The seed of love
Sap full of life
Ignites the boiler, passion prepared

To pulsate, to be reborn
Makes the little flower grow
Active, ignites
Makes everything spin

The mirage of the moon suggests
A dance, girl
That the sun rehearsed

To prove that the world is only a world
The ocean is only alive
If the river pours out
On the journey to its destination
Heart of a boy, messenger of the sea

Lerelerê, lerelerê...

Messenger of the sea...