| Silver will darken, gold will fade,
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| Both things and words will be worn out.
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| Youth will smile tenderly from the albums,
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| Quiet grass peeps out from under the slabs.
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| Everything in the world will be crushed, the age will change,
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| Years will fly by, as if from a hill down.
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| Only you, soul, a prisoner of a harsh life,
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| From me, as from a dungeon, you look up.
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| The soul hurts, and the heart cries,
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| And the path of the earth is still dusty.
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| And the one who loves does not hide tears,
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| After all, it is not in vain that the soul hurts.
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| And the one who loves does not hide tears,
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| After all, it is not in vain that the soul hurts.
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| Either the color of bird cherry, or the snow will fall
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| On your brown hair.
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| Soon the time, the invisible beast, will be satisfied
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| And he leaves, leaving his heart without love.
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| Silver will darken, gold will fade,
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| Both things and words will be worn out.
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| Youth will smile tenderly from the albums,
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| And it turns out the soul is still alive.
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| The soul hurts, and the heart cries,
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| And the path of the earth is still dusty.
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| And the one who loves does not hide tears,
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| After all, it is not in vain that the soul hurts.
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| And the one who loves does not hide tears,
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| After all, it is not in vain that the soul hurts.
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| The soul hurts, and the heart cries,
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| And the path of the earth is still dusty.
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| And the one who loves does not hide tears,
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| After all, it is not in vain that the soul hurts.
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| And the one who loves does not hide tears,
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| After all, it is not in vain that the soul hurts. |