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. |