She wore flowers in her hair
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And he and the wind played with them
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It seemed like an adult for a long time
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But they loved sincerely like children.
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Open hearts, sincere eyes
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There are not many of them in the world
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Tears of happiness were shed every night
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Promises to love forever.
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A house on the corner of two streets
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The fence is covered with autumn ivy
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The rains seemed to come to their senses
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It seemed there would always be summer.
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Just one phone call
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And they should only want
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The heat blew from abroad
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And by all means to fly.
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Don't promise forever
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Don't promise forever
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Where is yours tomorrow
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The wind whistles in his temples.
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Don't promise, why?
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Don't promise, don't
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The next time depends
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But not always from you.
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And suddenly everything changed around
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Problems, prices, dreams of hope
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We left for school like children
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What was first was the last.
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She went to Warsaw's sleeping areas
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He has to fill Moscow with concrete
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But love in payphones
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Doomed not to live long.
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Where colorful roads lead
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Why did you get lost in the world
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You are hundreds, thousands, you are millions
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In Israel, Canada, Crete.
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There are memories of how everything was
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There is hope for how everything will be
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Fate carries us swiftly
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Because we are not titans, we are people.
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Don't promise forever
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Don't promise forever
|
Where is yours tomorrow
|
The wind whistles in his temples.
|
Don't promise, why?
|
Don't promise, don't
|
The next time depends
|
But not always from you.
|
The next time depends
|
But not always from you.
|
Don't promise to love always
|
Don't promise forever
|
Where is yours tomorrow
|
The wind whistles in his temples.
|
Don't promise, why?
|
Don't promise, don't
|
The next time depends
|
But not always from you.
|
Don't promise forever
|
Don't promise forever
|
Where is yours tomorrow
|
The wind whistles in his temples.
|
Don't promise, why?
|
Don't promise, don't
|
The next time depends
|
But not always from you.
|
She wore flowers in her hair
|
And he and the wind played with them
|
It seemed like an adult for a long time
|
But they loved sincerely like children. |