Childhood is long gone, but still
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We often look like children:
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Still learning to live and we can
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Believe sometimes in miracles.
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Age doesn't really matter,
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We don't really age.
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Only after a week a week runs,
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Where - I did not understand myself.
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And we need to go back sometimes
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To a world without big worries.
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It's like we're dreaming and we can't wake up
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But we hear - he calls us.
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Where the trees are higher and in the old square
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You can see the light from our windows.
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They wait there and do not close the doors in the evening,
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But for some reason we don't...
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The new house smells of concrete and paint.
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The yard is strewn with foliage like in a fairy tale.
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The world is constantly changing masks -
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Winter will come soon.
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At school, everything is quiet and familiar,
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Physics - "troika", fizra - "excellent".
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And Lenka from the ninth as usual
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She will call again.
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And we need to go back sometimes
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To a world without big worries.
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It's like we're dreaming and we can't wake up
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But we hear - he calls us.
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Where the trees are higher and in the old square
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You can see the light from our windows.
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They wait there and do not close the doors in the evening,
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But for some reason we don't... |
We got older and understood all the same,
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That people and countries are very similar,
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Heroes, villains, princesses too
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and just common people.
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Things are fine and everything seems to be in order,
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Home and work, love in the balance.
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So it is written in the school notebook:
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"Adults often lie."
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And we need to go back sometimes
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To a world without big worries.
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It's like we're dreaming and we can't wake up
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But we hear - he calls us.
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Where the trees are higher and in the old square
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You can see the light from our windows.
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They wait there and do not close the doors in the evening,
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But for some reason we don't... |