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Ferari is my favorite car to drive through the streets of my native village
Decorate my holiday with the desire of my heart
My thoughts are my steeds
A memory of my childhood with my family
My home is my sweet home
A lot of thoughts in my head is the way to burning
My eyes are your peace
I keep my dream and music all to myself
My car is sad, because autumn is coming soon
Clouds are flying like my car-you won't catch up
The blood boils in my veins from touching you
Let's take a ride through Paris at night, my friend