| This is a song about separation, about a short separation
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| Ha!
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| E, e, in the dark, bullets do not take me
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| In the meantime, I remember the scent of your lips
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| Twisted roses pull straight up
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| But then the heavens repeat to me: "Forget it"
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| Your beauty drives everyone crazy
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| That there are troops on both borders
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| Everything in these cases: birds, expulsions, a stamp
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| But I still found my way back
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| All white sand at your feet
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| All miracles at your feet
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| To hell with the horizon floods with napalm
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| I step on the ladder
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| And now what? |
| By your feet
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| Trembling ran down your legs
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| God, how long have I been waiting for this
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| I won't give it to anyone
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| How many men wanted, wanted you
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| But without picking up the key to your heart
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| All, as one, let out lies
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| What a whore you are, spinning a rumor with your wives
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| How much they showered you with dough
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| Tried to master any way
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| But only one thing did not understand the fools
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| Only I know how to love you
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| All white sand at your feet
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| All miracles at your feet
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| To hell with the horizon floods with napalm
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| I step on the ladder
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| And now what? |
| By your feet
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| Trembling ran down your legs
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| God, how long have I been waiting for this
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| I won't give it to anyone
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| In the dark, bullets don't take me
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| As long as I remember the scent of your lips
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| Twisted roses pull straight up
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| But then the heavens repeat to me: "Forget it"
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| Your beauty drives everyone crazy
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| Everyone is ready to love, but not one - to the end
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| And I left only to start stronger
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| The doors are open - run, meet!
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| All white sand at your feet
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| All miracles at your feet
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| To hell with the horizon floods with napalm
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| I step on the ladder
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| And now what? |
| By your feet
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| Trembling ran down your legs
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| God, how long have I been waiting for this
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| I won't give it to anyone |