| «The snow forgotten now begins to fall on my pain
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| How many children found the eternal rest
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| Oh, want you take them in your whitest dream
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| And watching on, on deliverance from agony
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| Now I’m falling down with you»
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| Silence, into the misery of my December
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| I realize how much you can hurt me, silence
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| Anguish, between to live and die I remember
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| I feel the memory of a prayer, «Peter» goes on
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| «Now disappear, save me from my decay
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| I wish for time to catch my fall
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| And spread my wings forever»
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| Deadly, into the cradle of Russian poetry
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| How many poems of bloody writings
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| «Straight along this street, I can’t find relief»
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| Mortal, into the garden of barbed wire
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| How many flowers will see summer?
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| «Straight along this street, looking for relief»
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| «Peter» goes on
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| Peter be the great
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| For your son, for me
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| Peter buried alive
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| In this world, oppressive time
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| I an feel your heart
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| I can feel you’re near, now
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| How many tears fall in the «frozen»
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| Ride, over, once, over
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| Ride my knight of bronze
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| «Now disappear, save me from my decay
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| I wish for time to catch my fall
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| And spread my wings forever»
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| Ride my knight of bronze |