| He loved so much that he did not believe
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| That the doors to the house will be closed before him,
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| doors to the house,
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| Yes, he did not believe.
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| The bird flies, everything blooms around,
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| Do not close faces, just like the doors to the house,
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| He believed
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| And he didn't believe.
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| He was afraid to think about her
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| And dream about her
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| So many long days
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| So many long days
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| And dream about her.
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| He could not understand that fate itself
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| She spread her hands, locked the doors,
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| What is she
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| Wrong.
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| His past life is not alive,
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| Is it just embroidered lace,
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| Is it difficult - sold.
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| He was afraid to think about her
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| And dream about her
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| So many long days
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| So many long days
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| Yes, dream about it.
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| If you measure everyone by yourself,
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| If you don't believe fate
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| If you don't appreciate it
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| Gift you.
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| If you don't mind getting proud,
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| But you can't become a bird,
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| Then remember at least the names
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| dates,
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| Yes, you loved so much.
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| Do not argue, do not hide,
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| Everything you stand on, everything you stand on
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| God to us
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| Given away.
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| It hurts, it doesn't hurt - it's his fault,
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| Only love is everything.
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| One two Three -
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| Sales!
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| He was afraid to think about her
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| And dream about her
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| So many long days
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| So many long days
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| So many long days.
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| Is it far, is it close, is it long,
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| Donami, Styx, Volga,
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| We knew
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| Where is the water.
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| Dumb, stupid, old, gray, gray,
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| It's not here??? |
| everyone
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| About love
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| Seine.
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| We knew where the essence is, and where the water is.
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| Your ashes are the essence of a lie,
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| You will understand the truth
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| Only
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| Grow up.
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| Who is your enemy, who is your friend
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| Right, wrong world around,
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| Throat tear
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| The pain of separation.
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| He loved so much that he did not believe
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| That the doors to the house will be closed before him,
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| doors to the house,
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| Yes, he did not believe.
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| The bird flies, everything blooms around,
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| Do not close faces, just like the doors to the house,
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| He believed
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| And he didn't believe.
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| He was afraid to think about her
|
| And dream about her
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| So many long days
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| So many long days
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| And dream about her. |