| My summer spring has turned to winter
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| hands became merciless
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| Stole me from stone to stone
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| Seller was merciless
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| Oh, my, my luck, my goodness
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| The heart does not stop at a decision
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| I can't reach my head
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| Doesn't greet a friend
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| Yeller was merciless
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| Oh, oh, my life, oh my
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| The rose does not end in the vineyard of friends.
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| The nightingale does not sing in the branch
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| It's broken, it doesn't keep order
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| Teller was merciless
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| Alas, alas, my life, alas
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| It's broken, it doesn't keep order
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| Teller was merciless
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| Alas, alas, my life, alas
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| The heart is boiling and overflowing
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| My patience is carrying
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| He goes and falls into a dead end
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| The roads have become merciless
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| Alas, alas, my life, alas
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| He goes and falls into a dead end
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| The roads have become merciless
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| Alas, alas, my life, alas
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| Kul Maksudi does not get tired
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| Kul Maksudi does not get tired
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| The heart is excited, it doesn't stop, it doesn't stop
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| Friend does not hug my neck
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| Arms became merciless
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| Alas, alas, my life, alas
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| Friend does not hug my neck
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| Arms became merciless
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| Alas, woe, my life, woe, woe |