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I want to open the window,

and fly like a bird, far away.

Where my darling lives,

and it’s not easy for me to reach him.

I will find you by the light

that shines above you, my dear.

This is your sign, because

you are my angel.

I will sing like a lark,

and I will wake you gently, my dear.

Only you hear me,

recognize the virgin in the bird, dear.

I am your beloved,

and I want to be with you, my dear.

You let me in, let me in,

open your windows, my dear.

Without you, I will be lost,

in a world that is alien to me, dear.