Northern air,
white bear of the wind!
You come over my flesh
shivering white bore-al
auroras,
with your cape of phantom
captains,
laughing aloud at Dante.
Oh polisher of stars!
But you've come
too late.
My case is musty
and I've lost the key.
Without any wind
-Look sharp!-
Turn, heart
Turn my heart.
To...
Football in
Brazil;
Do you got
the ball?
As you
not known ...
Madness
Far away in
soul deserted
Football in
Brazil.
Some will
Win or ...
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