| Endless life, and there are many roads ahead,
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| Everything is flowing and seething, someone is looking after us sternly.
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| But in the darkness of the paths, unsteady happiness is so close,
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| In anticipation of news, restless letters are sent.
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| And Christina is young at the window
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| Silently adjusts his bows,
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| Looks into the clouds, and how she
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| Dreaming in silence about great love.
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| Sunny bunnies on glass,
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| And a child's smile, like the dawn,
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| And the war is somewhere far away,
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| Well, for her, it simply does not exist.
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| Endless days, and upward striving of will,
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| We still need to go, all the roles are assigned to us.
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| In the darkness, the cold of the stars measures the milestones of the earth,
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| The meaning of life is so simple, Christina has it all in laughter.
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| And Christina is young at the window
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| Silently adjusts his bows,
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| Looks into the clouds, and how she
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| Dreaming in silence about great love.
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| Sunny bunnies on glass,
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| And a child's smile, like the dawn,
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| And the war is somewhere far away,
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| Well, for her, it simply does not exist.
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| Life is born, a bullet in the night fly,
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| A new hope to burn in the sky,
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| Sighing sweetly, Christina will go to sleep,
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| To wake up and dream again.
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| And Christina is young at the window
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| Silently adjusts his bows,
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| Looks into the clouds, and how she
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| Dreaming in silence about great love.
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| Sunny bunnies on glass,
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| And a child's smile, like the dawn,
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| And the war is somewhere far away,
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| Well, for her, it simply does not exist. |