| Wait for me, wait
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| A lantern guarded me all night,
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| In the window there are fences, and garages,
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| And gloomy houses in the woods.
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| There on the water
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| We wrote the word "nowhere"
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| And for a long time they sailed, putting on
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| To the mast of heaven.
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| Wait for me, wait
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| I've been bewitching you for so many years
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| And how many papers I stirred up,
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| He sharpened pencils and sang.
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| And nobody
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| There was no one who would fire
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| Held, without unclenching his palm,
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| There is only one chorus left:
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| Wait wait…
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| Wait for me, wait.
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| Swifts fled from autumn,
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| And we keep running from each other.
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| Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder.
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| And wires
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| They rocked us in all cities,
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| And along the roads of pillars of a series -
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| Pectoral crosses drunkard.
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| Wait for me, wait.
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| We are children over a cliff in the rye,
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| For a hundred years we have been circling alone,
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| Like dots on the cheeks of spring,
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| Yes, only the stars roam in the night,
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| Yes, only a nomadic song sounds,
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| And the reeds are still silent,
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| Though the winds say sobbingly:
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| Wait wait…
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| Wait for me, wait.
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| Let our reflections already
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| Forgot puddles and stained glass windows -
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| They are now covered in snow.
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| And let a tear fall
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| We will soon dissolve into silence,
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| And dashes on our watches
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| Leave the door open
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| Believe and - wait, wait ... |