The winter was barely white, the buckwheat did not make the winter
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Nobody came to visit me, I didn't think verses
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I fired rockets from a bottle because I couldn't find a supply
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The promise of the past year was already broken in March
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First of January, I grab the bull by the horns
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Bad habits for me are behind me from now on
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I lie like an otter on my back in the hot tub
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It's still good at the moment, we'll see what happens
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The whole day is night, I would live like in a bag
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In the morning, I hold the steering wheel like a stuffed animal
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I take a sip of the most bitter coffee
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Whoops, the commuks are over sot again
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Vacation, would like to take some vacation
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In the summer, I would like to get acquainted with the sun again
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I would take my kukru and put a pot from the city
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I don't even get ash between the four walls here
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I would like a lake, Elva, pine trees
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All kinds of colors, sea and games
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When the day is evening again, still light
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When the summer ends again, I'm waiting for the sequel
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There is a boat in Viljandi and water splashes in the face, Saarde, Pärnu
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I'm throwing my fingers to the sky, you're such a jerk
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The morning comes quickly again, I'm so far away
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I know that tomorrow all this will continue, I have been here |