we speak different languages even if we are from the same planet
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the minutes are melting away, letting us go from hello to hello
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I freeze at the window where glaciers are melting somewhere
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we continue to look for logic and accumulate empty diaries,
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Do you remember Crimea, we smiled at the waves
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let's go to a place where they don't pick up phones
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where sand and wine will winter on your lips
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Babylon is not our home, and if you drown, then only the two of you
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to the bottom among short stories and abandoned phrases
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cool down as a spot in the south because no one believes in us
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what time is half past five or a quarter to eight
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sleep until morning or until spring, falling asleep to a movie without asking
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the sheets just got cold while the water was boiling for tea
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just a part of me with a frequency of seventy beats misses
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I'm sorry, I know the insight will be late, but you were too late
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dance on the edge or in spite of the spring you will remember everything under the covers
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thunderstorms rumble again, rains flood our balconies
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and we remember all the fractures, but the seas will calm us down
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accelerating the attraction of the earth and the speed of rotation
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save you so that you save me without thinking about returning
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there are too many of us and a lot of the past in these things
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Belov, you are a fool, these are your messages again and again
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and you know, for these songs, curses will fall in the back
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because from spring to spring we live without obligations
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wars go to war sisters hoard iodine and bandages
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we are labyrinths and battles through SMS spoil our dreams
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remnants of movies half-empty halls
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in different places we fall asleep, freezing in silence at the berths
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this is how autumn began, we forgot the refrains
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borders let trains and we rushed beyond
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if the past lets us go, everything will be different
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foreign cities different smiles other quarrels
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with thin threads, these paths in us are sewn up under circumstances
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and rebellious hair, like a character, will ruin our Fridays
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Well, what are you, a girl with eyes from the bluest ice
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and it's better to record these songs late than never
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we speak different languages even if we are from the same planet
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refrains and films will not teach us anything
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run through the fields again to your own songs
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we speak different languages even if... |