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Translation
The lavender
Your skin isn't watertight
It flows from desire
Too long absences
And of longings you sigh
If I weaken
And I don't stand up anymore
Lay my body here
At the top of Ventoux
And cover me with lavender
And salt if you're crying
Before the December snows
Before the flowers wilt
I want to die now
And be reborn in spring
I want to die now
And be reborn in spring
Your skin always so white
In the sun will darken
The fruits on this branch
In the sun will ripen
And I weaken
I don't stand up anymore
Lay my body here
At the top of Ventoux
And cover me with lavender
And salt if you're crying
Before the December snows
Before the flowers wilt
I want to die now
And be reborn in spring
I want to die now
And be reborn in spring
My skin isn't this young
It knows the goodbyes
And under an autumn sky
I finally close my eyes
And I weaken
I don't stand up anymore
So let me here
At the top of Ventoux
And cover me with lavender
And salt if you're crying
Before the December snows
Before the flowers wilt
But if I die now
I will never be 20
The flowers don't really die
They are reborn in spring
Abacadaea✕
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