| So cold that we bask in the stars.
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| We are warmed by minutes of distant calls, words sms.
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| With hopes, snows and springs, we measure time -
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| Sparks of bonfires fly to heaven.
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| And how to break this vicious circle of centuries-old roads?
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| God knows everything, and the navigator is the right display!
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| Chorus:
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| Half a life on the road, through dreams and fogs.
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| Half a life on the road; |
| either people or countries.
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| Half a life on the road, and only the roads will converge at zero -
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| I exhale gently: "I love you forever!"
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| Half a life having passed to you, to you.
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| So cold that we warm ourselves with thoughts.
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| For half a lifetime we strive to go where the fires of cute eyes call.
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| The calendar is torn off by numbers, we fly, but we believe
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| That somewhere they are waiting for us and remember us!
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| But how to break this vicious circle of centuries-old roads?
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| God knows everything, and the navigator is the right display!
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| Chorus:
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| Half a life on the road, through dreams and fogs.
|
| Half a life on the road; |
| either people or countries.
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| Half a life on the road, and only the roads will converge at zero -
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| I exhale gently: "I love you forever!"
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| Half a life having passed to you, to you.
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| Half a life on the way to you...
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| Half a life on the road, through dreams and fogs.
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| Half a life on the road; |
| either people or countries.
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| Half a life on the road, and only the roads will converge at zero -
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| I exhale gently: "I love you forever!"
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| Half a life having passed to you, to you. |