So trivial to read about love, so what?
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And I read, so what, I feel good
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Let it be in simple words, in some places how it went,
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But I know for sure that there is a sense in my words.
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I will draw your eyes on the sand
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Who else to dream about, if not about who is in dreams
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Miracles, time zones
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Poles, sails, everything, I'm confused myself
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After a five-star glass of cognac
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The sea and the river are all the same for a sailor
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Let one star
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High on the clouds illuminates the shores
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And waiting for the sailor back.
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Woman - Wipe a tear off your cheek
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Cover the children warmer you
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Do not see off, do not interfere with disappearing
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It's part of the game
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I want to play it
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Crack - when the stern leak is visible
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And my head will touch the bottom
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That's when I'll need your love more than ever
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To get home.
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So trivial to read about love, so what?
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And I read, so what, I feel good
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Let in simple words, sometimes like a loshok,
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But I know for sure that there is a sense in my words.
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There is a sense if the current comes from me
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In no case will the stream stall
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From the source I drink happiness at a sip sip
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Which in the throat gives rise to a play of beautiful words
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Like a toast to hundreds of languages
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As if a background of gentle notes
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Like an avalanche coming down from the mountains
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I breathe out as many words as I need,
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To make you understand my sleepless solo
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One hundred to one hundred to the hundredth degree of strength delight,
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When the east lights up behind the blue bridge
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And the harmony of the lines is set up like a telescope
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This is love, a hundred pounds and I'm not alone,
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And that means I'm ready to tear the metal of the shackles
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The temperature jumps, so this is love
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The whole world is covered by it, so this is love.
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Woman - Wipe a tear off your cheek
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Cover the children warmer you
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Do not see off, do not interfere with disappearing
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It's part of the game
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I want to play
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Crack - when the stern leak is visible
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And my head will touch the bottom
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That's when I'll need your love more than ever
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To get home.
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I will draw your eyes on the sand
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Who else to dream about, if not about who is in dreams
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Miracles, time zones
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Poles, sails, everything, I'm confused myself
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After a five-star glass of cognac
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The sea and the river are all the same for a sailor
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Let one star
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High on the clouds illuminates the shores
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And waiting for the sailor back. |