I didn’t come up with ideas or a lot of pain in my head
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More and more often I find myself in an empty apartment, alone
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I'm scared to go out, look at faces
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Ready to grab every man with shining eyes
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As a punishment for the fact that you beckon with kindness behind your eyes
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You sculpt something there, you devote yourself completely to art
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Filling the cavities, you carry handfuls of sorrows from the outside
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Inside the streams of happiness surrounded by fleeting joys.
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Hiding weaknesses, you fly smitten with desires,
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Here she is built by you beauty life,
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Delighted, you look at her, she smiles shyly!
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Talks to you, shares his ideas, hiding his hunger
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The snow is ground in the yard and lies down with young water
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She lacks wings to turn into a rainbow.
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Ground snow, to young water
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Water would have wings, fly to the rainbow
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We would love to fly to gray hair
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To love until old age in years of sadness
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She is calm, she has enough air and strength of sighs
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Your lessons, the purity of the water of my stories
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Mind games, cooking different dishes in an apron
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Leads me by the hand through the years to gray hair,
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But it is alarming and does not allow a single step to be taken further
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Lack of love - wings to continue the flight,
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But she is not here, she is not there, she is not here! |
There's no point in pushing
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And looking for dreams about her, she will find you herself
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Daughter of your dream, inexplicable and frank, faithful to you
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Undoubtedly, you will love her, make her not be sad
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You will learn to love not only verbally, regardless of the years,
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Gray hair has no meaning for her, she is like that.
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Ground snow, to young water
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Water would have wings, fly to the rainbow
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We would love to fly to gray hair
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To love until old age in years of sadness
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Comes to everyone, to someone twice, many times
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Sometimes incompatible with life, sometimes pleasant,
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No matter what speed you fly, what are the values in life
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She will catch up with you and you will feel how empty it was
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How priceless is luxury next to her, things are backhanded,
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But before you said don't touch, now you read poetry
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You bring surprises, flowers and armfuls of leaves
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From autumn golden alley to green, sweet spring
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Hot days under frosty snowflakes, alone
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Half way to the rainbow, join hands with a smile
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Love sanctifying life - a beautiful path to gray hair
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Ground snow, to young water
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Water would have wings, fly to the rainbow
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We would love to fly to gray hair
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To love until old age in years of sadness |