What will the wind leave? |
Dust on the windowsill, a few lines.
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What will the wind leave? |
The sky of new truths and road maps.
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A couple of photos where the fires of our eyes laugh at them.
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Just do not be sad, remembering us.
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What will lips leave? |
Kisses of summer and the smell of dreams.
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What will lips leave? |
Everything that you say goodbye to me.
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Everything that was with us, I will lock it in my heart now.
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Just do not be sad, remembering us.
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Somewhere far away our cities burn with gold,
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And every gesture is precious, every day and hour.
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And again flocks of white birds over the earth, years will fly.
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You just sometimes remember us!
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Just do not be sad, remembering us.
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Remember us...
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What will be the memory? |
Everything that was gentle and was serious.
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What will be the memory? |
Everything that was in jest and was to tears.
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The sky under our feet between our past and future is a bridge,
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The light of great peaks and roads, as from the stars.
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Somewhere far away our cities burn with gold,
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And every gesture is precious, every day and hour.
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And again flocks of white birds over the earth, years will fly.
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You just sometimes remember us.
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Just do not be sad, remembering us.
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Remember us...
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And it rains on the islands of my soul!
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And on the banks of my love tremble!
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And on the clouds of my dreams, somewhere you and I
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But there are traces ... Lies ... Lies ...
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Somewhere far away our cities burn with gold,
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And every gesture is precious, every day and hour.
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And again flocks of white birds over the earth, years will fly.
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You just sometimes remember us.
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Just do not be sad, remembering us.
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Remember us... |