Fog descends from the high mountains
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When the café chantan roars all night
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In the sunset ring of stairs and doors
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We drink cognac with my beloved
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Lilac in buttonhole hard collar
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Cuffs crunch, tie is simple and strict
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I'll lean back in my chair, move on to the wine
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How dare I how do I start
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Fog descends from the high mountains
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When the hurricane is getting closer from the sea,
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But on this night under the shadow of sleepy streams
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I caressed the first kiss
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Fog descends from the high mountains
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When the hurricane is getting closer from the sea,
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But on this night under the shadow of sleepy streams
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I snatched the first kiss
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I catch your gaze with a smile on my lips
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In bracelets, bare hands in the dark
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Deep neckline, arrow on the stocking
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And high heels
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Fog descends from the high mountains
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And the night café was empty
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You will become a stranger to me
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Having knocked down a hairstyle with an absent-minded hand
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Fog descends from the high mountains
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When the hurricane is getting closer from the sea,
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But on this night under the shadow of sleepy streams
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I caressed the first kiss
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Fog descends from the high mountains
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When the hurricane is getting closer from the sea,
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But on this night under the shadow of sleepy streams
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I snatched the first kiss
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Fog descends from the high mountains
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When the hurricane is getting closer from the sea,
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But on this night under the shadow of sleepy streams
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I caressed the first kiss
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Fog descends from the high mountains
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When the hurricane is getting closer from the sea,
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But on this night under the shadow of sleepy streams
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I snatched the first kiss
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Fog descends from the high mountains
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When the hurricane is getting closer from the sea,
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But on this night under the shadow of sleepy streams
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I caressed the first kiss
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Fog descends from the high mountains
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When the hurricane is getting closer from the sea,
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But on this night under the shadow of sleepy streams
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I snatched the first kiss |