| Again you sit quietly, cry again, I leave you,
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| Streams of tears, like knitting needles, pierce my heart again,
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| I'm leaving, I don't want to, but I'm walking through a prickly snowstorm,
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| Where the taiga will slam its doors behind me before the bell rings.
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| I hardly hear such silence as yours,
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| I will never see such depth of gray eyes,
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| I'm leaving, I don't want to, but I'm going, offending their love,
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| As if I was hanging over the abyss, as if I was disappearing from this earth.
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| Chorus:
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| Loving in heaven, offending on earth,
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| This lot fell to me in the predawn darkness,
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| Long way from the irretrievable distance
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| I remember everything, but you rather forget everything.
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| I'm afraid that you're still waiting, you can't take your eyes off the wallpaper,
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| Where the faded pattern suddenly reminds both of us,
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| And without turning off the light in the room, you will sit next to the table,
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| And the bed will stand this long night without being crumpled.
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| Chorus:
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| Loving in heaven, offending on earth,
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| This lot fell to me in the predawn darkness,
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| Long way from the irretrievable distance
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| I remember everything, but you rather forget everything.
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| Loving in heaven, offending on earth,
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| This lot fell to me in the predawn darkness,
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| Long way from the irretrievable distance
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| I remember everything, but you rather forget everything. |