Like for you, I had spring and autumn
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When the sky above you is gray and blue
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And suddenly - a ray of light, like a sip of summer
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The ceiling of the sky, a definitely undefined milestone
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This century, where there is no man
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Which would be right
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Ordered to value good and evil at whole prices
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I would, I won’t poison, I will disturb the sky
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I will drive crap and get myself into trouble
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I'm in trouble, I run clumsily through the puddles
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And in the cold I freeze deservedly on the run
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I will…
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And I knew that in this place
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No space for poems and songs
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That when I was cheerful, it means that the world was small for me
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But, apparently, it is not visible behind the life of ordinary resentment
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Prints on my face, unfinished in sadness
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On the pier, I hoped that despair would wash away
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Tea, felt, tea, blew on tea and thought about the beginning at the beginning
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I go without hearing thoughts, and my fear is mentally pure,
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And in the windows the sparkling radiant light dances quickly
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And the world is full of facets, and full in advance
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In your eyes, confession is my punishment
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Before the meeting I stand in the cold, young
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Doesn't hell need it? |
On the ice, cheated on the distance,
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And they didn’t even give copper medals
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Like for you, I had spring and autumn
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When the sky above you is gray and blue
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And suddenly - a ray of light, like a sip of summer
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The ceiling of the sky, where I have not been, it has always been there
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Trouble wanders next to happiness
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This is how it has always been in the world
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So it will always be in the world
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For a serene summer
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Autumn comes after
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Trouble wanders next to happiness
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... Or another Abkhazian wisdom: “If thunder rumbles in the sky and lightning shines,
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It means it's going to rain soon." |