| Far away, where the light gives birth to the day,
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| You live two steps from the sky,
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| High, to reach out with a hand,
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| Only the sun will touch my strings, burn them.
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| High, to reach out with a hand,
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| Only the sun will touch my strings, burn them ...
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| High, where the wind is a horse thief
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| A cloud drives a herd to the north, you live.
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| Calm down, it's time to forget you
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| Only the night calls me and the white smoke of the fire.
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| Calm down, it's time to forget you
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| Only the night calls me and the white smoke of the fire.
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| Chorus:
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| In vain you were trembling like a birch, talking conversations.
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| From dagger to dagger, the path is a road through a quarrel.
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| From dagger to dagger, the path is a road through a quarrel.
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| You live where, my sin is not forgiven,
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| The golden gypsy cross fell from his chest.
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| Get down on the damp grass,
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| Find the cross and don't take your eyes off it.
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| Get down on the damp grass,
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| Find the cross and don't take your eyes off it.
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| A rainbow rose up over the river.
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| There, under it, you live as a steppe bird.
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| And two kai baro bears roar
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| From separation from his named sister.
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| And two kai baro bears roar
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| From separation from his named sister.
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| Chorus:
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| In vain you were trembling like a birch, talking conversations.
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| From dagger to dagger, the path is a road through a quarrel.
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| From dagger to dagger, the path is a road through a quarrel. |