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Chicarica
Tea
Close your eyes
And jump, fall without looking
Birds are flying
Chasing your breeze on the sea
Close your eyes
And jump, fall without looking
Birds are flying
Chasing your breeze on the sea
The march goes backward
A leap and then you fly
The wind just flows
Your hair brushes the ground
The old man just goes
They judge you without a word
A cup of tea
And the mind is condemned
The march goes backward
A leap and then you fly
The wind just flows
Your hair brushes the ground
The old man just goes
They judge you without a word
A cup of tea
And the mind is condemned
Close your eyes
And jump, fall without looking
Birds are flying
Chasing your breeze on the sea
