You pressed on my wound, «Don't press it!» |
I said
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You said "No turning back"
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You said "don't hang your face"
|
If you have, bring my cure
|
I ran to the doctor like a patient
|
I memorized your ways
|
Is it destiny? |
coincidence?
|
Handcuffed my arms
|
You pressed on my wound, «Don't press it!» |
I said
|
You said "No turning back"
|
You said "don't hang your face"
|
If you have, bring my cure
|
I ran to the doctor like a patient
|
I memorized your ways
|
Is it destiny? |
coincidence?
|
Handcuffed my arms
|
Walk or run
|
(So) full or empty
|
Parallel to the mountains, we cannot burn the sea
|
Ask me about the night, the earth, the sky, the moon
|
Let my hair fall white, fear inside me
|
Walk or run
|
(So) full or empty
|
Parallel to the mountains, we cannot burn the sea
|
Ask me about the night, the earth, the sky, the moon
|
Let my hair fall white, fear inside me
|
way away from yourself
|
Find, come, it's harder than yesterday
|
Today (today) I'm afraid
|
Still I'm looking for you
|
So much that I can't stop
|
stop in the same place
|
See you in the summer my heart
|
See you in the summer my heart
|
You pressed on my wound, «Don't press it!» |
I said
|
You said "No turning back"
|
You said "don't hang your face"
|
If you have, bring my cure
|
I ran to the doctor like a patient
|
I memorized your ways
|
Is it destiny? |
coincidence?
|
Handcuffed my arms
|
You pressed on my wound, «Don't press it!» |
I said
|
You said "No turning back"
|
You said "don't hang your face"
|
If you have, bring my cure
|
I ran to the doctor like a patient
|
I memorized your ways
|
Is it destiny? |
coincidence?
|
Handcuffed my arms
|
Walk or run
|
(So) full or empty
|
Parallel to the mountains, we cannot burn the sea
|
Ask me about the night, the earth, the sky, the moon
|
Let my hair fall white, fear inside me
|
way away from yourself
|
Find, come, it's harder than yesterday
|
Today (today) I'm afraid
|
Still I'm looking for you
|
So much that I can't stop
|
stop in the same place
|
See you in the summer my heart
|
See you in the summer my heart
|
Let my saz play, it comes to love
|
Well, let that darbuka play, come to love! |