And there were no signs, no signs
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Only she is extraordinary in her dress
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Just someone, somewhere, probably decided
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Connect two hearts, two souls
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She hid from him at first
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In her eyes, he read something that cannot be hidden anywhere
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Stroke his strands and hug, do not let go and
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From day to day, just being there…
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And this love twisted them in a wonderful dance
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If this is a dream, don't let the morning come
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Even if he was eternal, was sound
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Just to hug him every minute
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He draws for her on the asphalt "from the 8th of March"
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She wrote his name on notebooks
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Until the end of the couple for half an hour, he is at the start
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You need to catch the flowers in the tent
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Tomorrow is his holiday, sending studies nafig
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She knits a scarf for him on the last desk
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He will be happy to receive this gift
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Albeit small, but made by her hands
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And she is waiting, while traffic jams torment him
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Time goes by, ahead of the road repair
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It all ended on this spring evening
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When hurrying to her, he flew into the oncoming lane
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Prayed to God, sent relatives to hell
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“So long you gave me to enjoy this happiness
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Lord, don't take your native
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And I will answer for his mistakes before You…”
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I tore photos, reaching the edge
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Then glued again with trembling hands
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Everything that says about him, I wanted to burn to the ground,
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But I couldn't, I couldn't, I couldn't, I couldn't...
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"And the sun shines as usual, for the sake of decency
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Hide to hell - I hate you!
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The sky would cry for me - it would be easier
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Time heals someone, but it only cripples me"
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And every evening she went for a walk alone
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In the places of their meetings with their beloved, and again
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In the cafe, the same table ... in the cinema, the same row ...
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In the cafe, the same table ... in the cinema, the same row ...
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And he sat on gray clouds and watched her
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Behind the one for which it was a wall, finding peace ...
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Invisible hand when falling asleep
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Wiped her tears, and froze
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Hands on the clock, if only she knew
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That she is not alone, that he did not leave her
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He was her angel, but she did not see her beloved
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Who has now become her guardian
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Where is it seen? |
Love lives on after death
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Its bearer... do not kill it...
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She was sad in the rain and afraid of thunder
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He drove the clouds away from her house with the wind
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If you were led into the corner of the fate of the road
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He opened new gates for her
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If the ship of her life was caught in a storm
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He was a saving beacon for her
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Helped her up when she fell
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She didn't know what it was, but she guessed
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That she is not alone at all, and she was not abandoned
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And someone in heaven takes care of her
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And every time troubles passed by
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Raising her eyes up thanked the sky
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Those whom we have lost, who are gone
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Become angels and follow us
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For your families, relatives and friends
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Helping in difficult moments of life
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It's just a fairy tale, the flight of my imagination,
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But I'm sure miracles happen
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But only with those who sincerely believe in them
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Whose heart is a flame, or at least sparks in it |