Not soul after soul, only pain in contrast,
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I tied happiness with a red-white cord.
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She wrote on her heart with a red-and-white pen:
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"There is no place!"
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He played this role, she did not teach her.
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What follows is a true story and an intermission, and the reason is known.
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Then there were words and nervous breathing,
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And their excuses are in vain.
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Chorus:
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With grievances, quarrels we steal from ourselves,
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And we hide the sun of love behind the curtains.
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Behind the scenes of jealousy, behind the curtains of hatred -
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Do not hide the sun of love and tenderness.
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There is no need to go beyond other people's limits,
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Instead of quarrels and insults, just spaces are better.
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Precious minutes of golden silence,
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They take care and don't lie to justify it.
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Chorus:
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With grievances, quarrels we steal from ourselves,
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And we hide the sun of love behind the curtains.
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Behind the scenes of jealousy, behind the curtains of hatred -
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Do not hide the sun of love and tenderness.
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Insults, quarrels ...
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Relations in a minor key sound too sad.
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Learn to forgive, to be with a friend without arguing.
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Hide the sun of love...
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Chorus:
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With grievances, quarrels we steal from ourselves,
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And we hide the sun of love behind the curtains.
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Behind the scenes of jealousy, behind the curtains of hatred -
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Do not hide the sun of love and tenderness.
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Resentments, quarrels - we hide the sun of love. |