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I hope you are on your rooftop now, in the sun, in the middle of five hundred flowers, and the warm wind blows your scarf around, flying like a flag. I hope you are on your rooftop now. I hope you are on your rooftop now, in the sun, in the middle of five hundred flowers, and the warm wind blows your scarf straight out, flying like a flag. I hope you are on your rooftop now. Aus Songtexte Mania