The snow did not melt, but spring was already warming with rays
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They broke up, but everyone dreamed at night
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Get a room and all night, Chinese tea
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Become dumb, so as not to say goodbye
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Desperate hearts, eye to eye
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Back time, do not return or correct addresses
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He has a family, she dreams of living by the sea,
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And he does not delete SMS on the phone
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Passwords all around, fool her, fool yourself
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Hug your wife and dislike all night
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Asking the Lord to fix everything and forgive
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Mixed with thoughts that he just doesn't want to live
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Still this back that has been hurting for a month
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There is a familiar doctor, you should call
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Then the hospital, white coats, doctors
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Your hands are trembling... you have cancer...
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I would like a minute to bring everything back
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God tell me is this a dream or a game
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Yes, fix everything, I understand everything
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But according to the rules, do not return the pieces to the field
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The cry is stuck somewhere in the chest
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He ran out into the street demolishing everything in his path
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Fingers convulsively dialing a number
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The one that erased, but remembers by heart
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Not having said a word, she timidly interrupted
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- I'm pregnant, my heart stopped
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Breath stopped and stabbed painfully
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He said that he was mortally ill
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Tears, drunken delirium, agony
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Runs as if he is imagining a chase
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Surely death with a scythe tickles his heels
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Before the eyes of childhood and he plays hide and seek
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The child is in kindergarten, the wife is probably at work
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Swallowed the whole pack, holding back attempts to vomit
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Phone, pick up the phone and say goodbye
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Hello, I'm from the hospital, sorry we made a mistake
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I would like a minute to bring everything back
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God tell me is this a dream or a game
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Yes, fix everything, I understand everything
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But according to the rules, do not return the pieces to the field |