There was no ice in your red eyes
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Thank you, thank you
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Wed on the southern beaches
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Squeezed brushes, acoustics
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Your tenderness captivated me from the first minutes
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Enveloped, forever
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And someone breaks the strings somewhere in the front
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And I'm looking for your hands lips
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Carrier pigeons flew to London
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And we played on mobile tones
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Threw ashes into the sea
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Wake me up with a quiet whisper while I'm not far away
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Your tenderness, Assai
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And the ice is melting quietly, a slow dance is circling
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Take me to May
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Or think of a name, you make me up
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Minutes not in love
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On behalf of winter fell asleep or died
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In your red eyes I was looking for the fifth sun
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And time dripped and dripped
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Let's go away from people, spreading our wings
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After all, these people have changed us
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And I saved so many words for you
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Woven with salt, tender
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As before, trams ran to Avtovo
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Come on, bracho, we'll see you tomorrow
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From Veterans to Strikes in courtyards
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Where the smoke of Winston and the letters from the packs
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The pale light of the moon, through the tulle
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The head is buzzing - probably to the rain
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Waiting for her call in March, waiting in June
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Empty kitchen, creaky chairs
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Remote control in hand, click-click, TV channels
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Where have you been these days, where is your alibi?
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No more love
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After all, I've been sick of you for a long time, and I can't find peace
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Echoes in an empty room, I remember laughter
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I remember your tears, I remember those jokes
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White sleepless nights magic
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I drew you in the sky as if on paper
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The stars were melting, and I was drowning in your eyes
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And the whole world for the two of us
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I breathed the expectation of a meeting, weaving a cocoon
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And only your palms did not shock me
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Then something else gentle whisper
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I asked to repeat, but time can not be stopped
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I'm sorry, I promise to keep
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The remains of our former with you, gentle carefully
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I ask for one thing: comfort the sinful soul
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I pray for one thing: sing me a lullaby
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I tell all the birds to be quiet
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If only you were gentle with me, as before
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I ask for one thing: comfort the sinful soul
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I pray for one thing: sing me a lullaby
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I tell all the birds to be quiet
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If only you were gentle with me, as before
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I ask for one thing: comfort the sinful soul
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I pray for one thing: sing me a lullaby
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I tell all the birds to be quiet
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If only you were gentle with me, as before
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I ask for one thing: comfort the sinful soul
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I pray for one thing: sing me a lullaby
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I tell all the birds to be quiet
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If only you were gentle with me, as before |