The fog hung over us
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And we go without words,
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And drops fall down
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And you can hear the echo of steps.
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There is thunder in the sky, water is pouring from the sky.
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And people run, opening umbrellas.
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And you smile - as always,
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And I want to know what you think.
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Chorus:
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Not everyone you bite into can be eaten.
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Your face is an open book, but nothing can be read in it.
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And the letters float away and melt away somewhere,
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And I again read in an incomprehensible language.
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And now the rain is over
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And the evening is nearing its end.
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Again you silently walk
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And the drops slide down the face.
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The evening air is transparent and pure,
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And the lindens are in bloom, the lanes are empty.
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A leaf slowly falls from the tree,
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And I want to know what you think.
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Chorus:
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Not everyone you bite into can be eaten.
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Your face is an open book, but nothing can be read in it.
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And the letters float away and melt away somewhere,
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And I again read in an incomprehensible language.
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Around the corner is the botanical garden
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And a black fence with ancient carvings,
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And the birds scream about something with anguish,
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And I'm lonely when I'm with you...
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Chorus:
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Not everyone you bite into can be eaten.
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Your face is an open book, but nothing can be read in it.
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And the letters float away and melt somewhere in the distance,
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And I again read in an incomprehensible language.
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In an incomprehensible language - in an incomprehensible language,
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Your face is an open book...
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In an incomprehensible language - in an incomprehensible language,
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Read in it - read in it - read in it yourself. |