| Hello, my Love and Hope, the train is rushing further and further.
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| The triangle of the letter will crash into the night and, oh, fate, circling, will break.
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| Hello Love, and while I breathe, I will write these sad letters,
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| I will love this snow and taiga to live and return to you.
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| I, like everyone else here, is also deprived of the right to correspond.
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| Your letters will not find me here, you are far away, but your love is close.
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| Your letters will not find me here, you are far away, but your love is close.
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| Chorus:
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| Snow, my friend, the snow that you carry on your wings,
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| And snowflakes fall and don't please at all, snow, buddy snow.
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| A lot, my dear, I would like to say, here this hell is called "special".
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| We were all brought here to die, here every other day they kill for a word.
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| An old man helps to survive and live, the convicts call him Arseniy,
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| I am not the only one who has penetrated his faith, it contains for me both Love and Salvation.
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| Chorus:
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| Snow, my friend, the snow that you carry on your wings,
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| And snowflakes fall and don't please at all, snow, buddy snow.
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| Snow, my friend, the snow that you carry on your wings,
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| And snowflakes fall and don't please at all, snow, buddy snow.
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| This letter from those fiery years never found an addressee,
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| Let the dawn burn out today, as it burned far away in forty-five. |