Somewhere far beyond the sky a dove is hovering
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The sun beats on his head and warms gently,
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And I'm looking for your clothes with my hand
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In a closet that became empty at the beginning of summer
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The wind took you to your chambers
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Over the distant rocks, by the river,
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And I will not cling to the high mountains with my hand ...
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I will not get hooked, because I am not a rival to the wind!
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I am white as a sailboat and faithful as a dog,
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But along the way I lost everything that I once carried
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And now, when the palms are free from bags, -
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I see a full-fledged drawing on my hands:
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Losses were given to me for experience
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Which I will definitely share.
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Give yourself to your eyes and fresh faces
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After all, there is nothing better than pure emotions and tears!
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And I discovered the depths in myself
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Which were not previously visible even through a telescope
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I dug myself out of dust and sand
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Do you want me to show you? |
Follow me
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Follow me
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Follow me
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Follow me
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Follow me
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And my white city is crying today, -
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I will not forget, beauty, your smell and taste...
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My spring will be your luck
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I am a scorpion and this song is the last bite
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Leave without a trace - come back
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I bite you carefully and gently
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I go around the bans and break the rules
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So that the sting does not penetrate deep and hurt
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My love does not float away immediately
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Let my battered ships raise their anchors;
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I will call you the straits and the seas
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Which cannot be found on the map and cannot be seen by the eye
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Bless you water and sky
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I will become your inspiration forbidden in secret
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Remember, when the clock breaks and the timer starts, -
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Follow me
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Follow me
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Follow me
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Follow me
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Follow me
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Somewhere far beyond the sky a dove is hovering
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The sun beats on his head and warms him gently;
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He hastily builds a house from branches
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Protecting the most secret from the world with your work
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I gave you two years of life
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In which he honestly and from the heart shared himself
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And, no matter how difficult it is, you hold on to it,
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And I…
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For you
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I'm coming for you
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For you
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I'm coming for you |