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Dalida sings about love…

Oy, woman, from whose dream is you?

Whose song is you and whose destiny is you?

Whose you is tell me, whose?

Women, whose reed-pipe is you?

The uncovered nakedness of the hands

Is like the butterfly wings’ flight

Takes me from the mind.

I’m a women-wind,

I’m a women-Sun,

I’m a women-sea,

I’m a woman-light.

I’m like a hollow bamboo

I radiate the music of the wind.

You is like the thousands hands

Make me full of the light.

Dear, beloved, native,

Dear my, respond me

My heart is the paradise’s remains

You raise me in the height.

You is one and it’s impossible for my soul to tell

And my soul wants to sing, and my soul wants to know

Whose song is you and whose destiny is you?

Whose you is tell me, whose?

My love is weaved

From the ochre

My blood became stiff

From the passionate passion.

My hero is

On the film.

My dream is

Always with me.