Distance is not a reason to be sad, it gives you strength,
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Strengthens the connection with loved ones and shapes your will.
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Relationships are tested by one thing - distance.
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This word is so deep and strong that it contains time and feelings
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Just one word for happiness.
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The sun rises and the sun sets, the days go by like a movie sequence.
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Lonely in my soul, as in a void, I think only of you.
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Thoughts flow like a river, this winter hits the temples.
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In pursuit of one's happiness - smoke and thousands of other gray paintings.
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I am waiting for you - you know this, I believe in you and love you.
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Soon everything will fall into place, our dream will come true.
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You will fly on a winged bird, this day is important not only because of the date.
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And in this letter from the soul and from the heart you can warm yourself with my warmth.
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Chorus:
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Well, who invented distances, who invented this world?
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And all my souls of torment play the word on the strings of the lyre.
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Well, who invented distances, who invented this world?
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And all my souls of torment play the word on the strings of the lyre.
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Yes, dear, I hear everything, even if I'm already far away.
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I often go out on the roof in the coat you gave me.
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I look at the sky and at the stars, at the month, at the full moon.
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No need to waste your tears, you just need to believe in a dream.
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I want to say that I miss your bottomless eyes.
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And I always remember your favorite words.
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And then the moon went beyond the horizon, things were collected by a taxi at the gate.
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What will take me to the airport, I will fly when the sun rises.
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Chorus:
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Well, who invented distances, who invented this world?
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And all my souls of torment play the word on the strings of the lyre.
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Well, who invented distances, who invented this world?
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And all my souls of torment play the word on the strings of the lyre.
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Well, who invented distances, who invented this world?
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And all my souls of torment play the word on the strings of the lyre.
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Well, who invented distances, who invented this world?
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And all my souls of torment play the word on the strings of the lyre. |