Around melancholy, the hands of people all at the temple
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Smoke is always with me, I remember all our places
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Spinning, everything in our life will come true
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Hear, it's good to suffer here, everything in our life is temporary
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And I break my hands on the asphalt
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I dance because I feel sorry for you
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Your time cannot be returned, the soul flies into the distance
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An icy February is crying in my house
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And I break my hands on the asphalt
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I dance because I feel sorry for you
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Your time cannot be returned, the soul flies into the distance
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An icy February is crying in my house
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February, February
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An icy February is crying in my house
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February, February, February
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crying in my house
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Like night without moon, stars without light
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Like a guy without hopes and dreams
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Like smoke without fire, tears without feelings
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It's all me without you
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How can I be with you, tie my hands or wait or close the door
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Do not let anyone in, tie up, scream and then forget
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In fact, I want to dump far away from you and howl like wolves
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Give me just a second to be with you
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The thread on your wrist, which is my luck
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But where is my happiness, I lost everything in an instant
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The thread on your wrist, which is my luck
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But where is my happiness...
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And I break my hands on the asphalt
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I dance because I feel sorry for you
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Your time cannot be returned, the soul flies into the distance
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An icy February is crying in my house
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And I break my hands on the asphalt
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I dance because I feel sorry for you
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Your time cannot be returned, the soul flies into the distance
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An icy February is crying in my house
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February, February, February
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An icy February is crying in my house
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February, February, February
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crying in my house |