| The weather favors rain
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| Fog sits on the shoulders of houses
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| I'll turn off the light, move the tulle
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| And I will look at the city.
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| My years fly away
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| And I understand that life has passed,
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| It's not September yet, but it's already July
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| And there is a lot to be done.
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| My years fly away
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| And I understand that life has passed
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| It's not September yet, but it's already July
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| And there is a lot to be done.
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| And in the twilight of the night, as an invited guest,
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| The whitened rain is knocking on the window,
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| And somewhere down in the empty yard
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| Someone's steps are rushing.
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| My angel is with me and he does not sleep -
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| I know he keeps my soul.
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| I believe - someday at dawn
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| He will fly after her.
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| My angel is with me and he does not sleep -
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| I know he keeps my soul.
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| I believe - someday at dawn
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| He will fly after her.
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| And then, like in a song, after forty days
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| Holy prayers of my friends
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| How candles are lit in the silence of the night
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| Under the singing of selected chapters
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| And I want to believe that the world is kinder.
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| And bury your socks in the leaves
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| And release your dream into the sky
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| Tired heart unclenched.
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| And I want to believe that the world is kinder.
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| And bury your socks in the leaves
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| And release your dream into the sky
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| Tired heart unclenched.
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| The weather favors rain
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| Fog sits on the shoulders of the houses.
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| I'll turn off the light, move the tulle
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| And I will look at the city
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| My years fly away
|
| And I understand that life has passed
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| It's not September yet, but it's already July
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| And there is a lot to be done. |