Snow and frost are leaving the landscape
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The spring wind came on time, it was clear
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Where the water flows from the meadows and fields
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The river fills in early spring
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The peace I know will prevail
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On naked plain ground
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The moments when the ice melts
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And my heart tightens and wakes up
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I shout in silence
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Be the very part of the day
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When I forget my breath
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Not to feel, not to see
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Just falling through
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The sky is purple
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Intersect like a needle
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When sewing in solitude
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His destiny, which he does not know
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Being a secret hiding place in the rocks
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Where children store everything valuable
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And in the evening the sun waves
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Go to bed on a dumb night
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Being quiet water in the river
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Who listens to the landscape
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Before her beauty, kneel
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Wrap fine yarn
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Forget, just lie still
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A gentle night goes to heaven
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And black birds heading for the forest
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As if to call, join us
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And I'm trying, maybe I'll get a little raised
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For the beauty of the world, I learn to fly
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And so they drink like leeches
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I drink from every beautiful night
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That's when the bells ring on Na Radosti from a distance
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And I follow the trunk to the crown
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I'm climbing under the watch of the moon
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Before I dissolve in the gloom
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Be the very part of the day
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When I forget my breath
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Not to feel, not to see
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Just falling through
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The sky is purple
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Intersect like a needle
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When sewing in solitude
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His destiny, which he does not know
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Being a secret hiding place in the rocks
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Where children store everything valuable
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And in the evening the sun waves
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Go to bed on a dumb night
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Being quiet water in the river
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Who listens to the landscape
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Before her beauty, kneel
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Wrap fine yarn
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Forget, just lie still |