Life burns like a match lit on the field
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And the turn of fate will take away:
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You will go straight or across the ford,
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And it's only a step to trouble, to a bitter lot.
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Autumn will put on its clean clothes again,
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The leaf will spin and fly into our window with the wind.
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Again free birds will fly south,
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Only I am left with a broken wing.
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Autumn will put on its clean clothes again,
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The leaf will spin and fly into our window with the wind.
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Again free birds will fly south,
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Only I am left with a broken wing.
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Someone was my friend, someone was my brother -
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You won't understand and you won't understand.
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Only taiga and a Finnish knife,
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Only forward, a gift of fate under the machine gun.
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Autumn will put on its clean clothes again,
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The leaf will spin and fly into our window with the wind.
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Again free birds will fly south,
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Only I am left with a broken wing.
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Autumn will put on its clean clothes again,
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The leaf will spin and fly into our window with the wind.
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Again free birds will fly south,
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Only I am left with a broken wing.
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As I dreamed in childhood, how they played football
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We are with punks in early spring.
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Well, and then - that graduation, a fight and a knife ...
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How quickly we lost everything.
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Autumn will put on its clean clothes again,
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The leaf will spin and fly into our window with the wind.
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Again free birds will fly south,
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Only I am left with a broken wing.
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Autumn will put on its clean clothes again,
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The leaf will spin and fly into our window with the wind.
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Again free birds will fly south,
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Only I am left with a broken wing.
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Only I am left with a broken wing. |