Someone goes to the end, and someone cries:
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Well, how long can you fail?
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Hanging his cloak on a nail, an unexpected guest at home.
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You seem to fall into an abyss, and this is weightlessness.
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Lonely tram takes away early in the morning,
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And it's May outside, the heat doesn't come.
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You blame gray everyday life for all mortal sins.
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You want new ideas, friends beyond words.
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Chorus:
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Station "Spring", my friend - it's time,
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Your new start!
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Station "Spring", where there is no end.
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We are infinite, we are a mystery!
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We are a secret...
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The monotonous life sometimes torments the soul.
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And as we finish drinking, we are in a hurry, you want: more, better.
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From birth, renounced from light and heat;
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Not knowing who you are, you go back into yourself.
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Life brings surprises, again you lose the meaning;
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But you are stronger, you hear - these are the whims of fate.
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Hold your brush more confidently, draw your way.
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The purpose is to live, and there is no finer duty.
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Chorus:
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Station "Spring", my friend - it's time,
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Your new start!
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Station "Spring", where there is no end.
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We are infinite, we are a mystery!
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We are a secret...
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Station "Spring"
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Station "Spring", my friend - it's time.
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Station "Spring", my friend - it's time,
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Your new start!
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Station "Spring", where there is no end.
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We are endless, we are a mystery!
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We are a secret...
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Station "Spring". |
Station "Spring".
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We are infinite, we are a mystery.
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Anna Kornilyeva - Station Spring.
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May, 2015. |