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You, father of us, you rule over the
mainlands
and you order the typhoons to blow,
you once gave us a land of promise,
a place that should become a paradise.
Judge, father of us, who is without flaws,
how sinfully has lived the veteran,
he, created to your likeness,
why was he recalled from a paradise?
Paradise, wonderful paradise,
wonderful place
with a gate of glory,
paradise I should live in,
stays a dream
a fata morgana
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Return to us the land of promise, father of
us,
who rules that climes,
upwards invite us for a feast
and sting us your dose.
Paradise, wonderful paradise,
wonderful place with a gate of glory,
paradise I should live in,
stays a dream
a fata morgana
is paradise!
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