| Whenever the wind | |
| softly brushes your sweet face -- | |
| it will be my breath. | |
| Wanneer de wind zacht | |
| over jouw gezicht strijkt, zal -- | leise dein Gesicht streift, wird -- |
| dat mijn adem zijn. | es mein Atem sein. |
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