| We quarrel, we make up, different things happen in life
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| Gray days change bright holidays
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| Forever problems, worries, deeds and so on,
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| Do you remember our first date with you
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| We were young, happy, life-loving,
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| And the main thing is that we were each other Beloved,
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| But the days have flown by since then, well, and take off the years have passed
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| And now in time of senseless quarrels
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| We talk about divorce sometimes
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| And the white snow changes the rain,
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| And the gray rain changes the sun,
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| And we are still together
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| We are sad with you and laugh,
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| So there is still love
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| We feel it in our hearts
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| And our quarrels are just dust,
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| And the dust is blown away by the winds
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| We quarrel, we make peace
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| life is either simple or complicated
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| And in relationships you need to be more careful
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| After all, you and I have been called relatives for a long time
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| And our daughter, like a spring flower, reaches for the sun
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| And at home comfort and warmth in the winters are evil and fierce,
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| But we suddenly quarrel all the same, sometimes, for some reason, we,
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| And at night, hugging each other
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| We give tenderness again
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| Doesn't want to separate us
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| The feeling is what is called Love
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| 2 times,
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| And the white snow changes the rain,
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| And the gray rain changes the sun,
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| And we are still together
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| We are sad with you and laugh,
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| So there is still love
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| We feel it in our hearts
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| And our quarrels are just dust,
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| And the dust is blown away by the winds |