| Again the sun covers the clouds
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| Again we have no power over fate
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| I did not call to visit me by chance
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| Everything happened by itself
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| We met in a circle of friends
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| You were sitting opposite the table
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| In my past I'm not modest
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| You dare to take me away to this night
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| Chorus:
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| Punished by love, for the bitter trail of separation
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| Keeping warm already someone else's hands
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| Foreign lips are already punished by love
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| For the fact that we do not destroy other people's lives with love,
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| And in the eyes all the same tenderness
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| There is the same honey on your lips,
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| But there are no more adjoining rooms in the house
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| And another one is waiting for you at night
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| We have not saved any contacts
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| Neither returned nor saved
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| What we breathe what we have not forgotten
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| And we couldn't give it to others
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| Chorus:
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| Punished by love, for the bitter trail of separation
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| Keeping warm already someone else's hands
|
| Foreign lips are already punished by love
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| For the fact that not with love we destroy other people's destinies
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| Solo.
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| Chorus:
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| Punished by love, for the bitter trail of separation
|
| Keeping warm already someone else's hands
|
| Foreign lips are already punished by love
|
| For the fact that not with love we destroy other people's destinies
|
| Punished by love, for the bitter trail of separation
|
| Keeping warm already someone else's hands
|
| Foreign lips are already punished by love
|
| For the fact that not with love we destroy other people's destinies |