Where is the march where the flowers above?
Where is the march where the white birds fly?
Where is my man who is holding a torch?
His lips are red, he seems so hot
And where is his girl who is prowling alone?
On the streets she shrienk, one on one she sob
Oh, this man, he seems so sad
As once he made a jump
He makes me tread
He gave me hope, a safe blue shelter
He turned around to me and said: remember
And then i nodded, i agreed, fell down to the sun and to my dreams
It's fucking not enough for me
I wanna see, i wanna feel
I wanna climb up to the trees and then get down
Oh, it's a such relief
Where Is My March?
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