I don't moan, I don't cry,
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I settled with fate for a long time on debts.
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Why are my angels again on the wanted list?
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And I pray to some wrong gods again...
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And there was almost no saint left for me,
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Heavy loads are pulled by shackles to the bottom ...
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But both in joy and in fatigue
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I remember your eyes and drown in them again...
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My green-eyed, so many times
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I wanted to fall into the swamp pool of your eyes...
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For your eyes, for your words,
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For the touch of warm hands
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I'm ready to demolish on my way
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Millions of troubles and separations.
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For your eyes, for your words,
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For the touch of warm hands
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I'm ready to demolish on my way
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Millions of troubles and separations.
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I managed to get away from betrayal,
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From the messenger of death - crazy lead ...
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So tell me, why and what evidence is needed?
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What was - that was, fate gave everything to the end.
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Different birds always fly in the blue sky,
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Above me, again, everything is circling the crows.
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Only you are like the sun to me, green-eyed,
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Shine and warm my lonely heart!
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I'm not spoiled by love
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And I did not know many joys
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Only time that was with you
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I only considered life.
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For your eyes, for your words,
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For the touch of warm hands
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I'm ready to demolish on my way
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Millions of troubles and separations.
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For your eyes, for your words,
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For the touch of warm hands
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I'm ready to demolish on my way
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Millions of troubles and separations.
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My green-eyed, so many times
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I wanted to fall into the swamp pool of your eyes...
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For your eyes, for your words,
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For the touch of warm hands
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I'm ready to demolish on my way
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Millions of troubles and separations.
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For your eyes, for your words,
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For the touch of warm hands
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I'm ready to demolish on my way
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Millions of troubles and separations.
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I'm ready to demolish on my way
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Millions of troubles and separations.
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Millions of troubles and separations.
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Millions of troubles and separations. |