And again the dope of the blossoming linden,
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Birds either screams or sobs,
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The end of June, the realm of the day.
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And there is too much light in the windows,
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And in the middle of a big planet
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You can't get past me
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Don't back down, don't back down.
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I'm here, you can barely close your eyelashes,
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Wake up - I'm next to you again,
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Wake up - I'm next to you again.
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And again the linden, hanging,
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Looks like I'm walking barefoot
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On the shaky edge of being
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Where all my worries are
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All weekdays, holidays, Saturdays,
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Days of rest and bustle.
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Good luck to everyone, and all sorrows,
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And tears during the day, and laughter at night -
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Everything combined in the word "you",
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Everything was combined in the word "you".
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And again the dope of the blossoming linden,
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Birds either screams or sobs,
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The end of June, the realm of the day.
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And there is too much light in the windows,
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And in the middle of a big planet
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You can't get past me
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You can't get past me. |