Our youth is flying away
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Free bird in the sky forever (forever)
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Leaves us frames
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In colorful dreams - rare dreams
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There, we are small - evenings in the yards
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Naive dreams and an empty pocket
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There mother is still so young
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And gray hair did not take its toll
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There simplicity and honesty had weight
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There friendship is just like that, not for interest
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So sorry that in this life
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Every story has its end
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When the soul hurts at times
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And thoughts in captivity of memories
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Only taverns and restaurants
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Heal my wounds (my wounds)
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And quietly spending the minutes
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The strings sing the melody of the soul
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While I forget about the wounds
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Within the walls of the restaurant
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My youth flies like a free bird to heaven
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I look after her, it's hard to look away
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I see silhouettes of days among the clouds
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Where I believed in miracles and human decency
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Where without a scar on the back from the brother's dagger
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I went to the goal, but back
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Returning every time with outstretched hand
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Of the latter, he pulled
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Naughty idea, it's time to leave the yard
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Run after success at all times
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Clearly understanding - you need to get out in people
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Life is one, and we will not have another
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Not everyone is lucky enough to understand
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Difficult to gain, easy to lose
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Years fly by like bullets
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And when, and when
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When the soul hurts at times
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And thoughts in captivity of memories
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Only taverns and restaurants
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Heal my wounds (my wounds)
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And quietly spending the minutes
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The strings sing the melody of the soul
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While I forget about the wounds
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Within the walls of the restaurant
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When the soul hurts at times
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And thoughts in captivity of memories
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Only taverns and restaurants
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Heal my wounds (my wounds)
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And quietly spending the minutes
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The strings sing the melody of the soul
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While I forget about the wounds
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Within the walls of the restaurant
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