I don't know where I'm going
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I wake up again and see you delirious
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I hug these wire walls again
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February doesn't understand me
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White-white caramel
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Azure stains will expel this day
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I hardly understand how deeply we were with you!
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February doesn't understand me
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Incredible fairy tale
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Everything reminds me of how many times we
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Traces were beaten on boulder roads
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We did not believe the beliefs and looked for ice
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Again, the cities did not transmit the weather
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Time was running out, we were losing a year a day
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The calendar has deceived us again
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I stubbornly ran to you and, probably, on such days
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The monastery opens the door, and they go towards,
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And behind them they suddenly bring out strings of your poems
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And the white circle closes, and it becomes so easy
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Herbs and flowers, frost on the lips
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Endless sleep, snow on your hair is winter
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Weightlessness of hands, immense growth
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Blizzard temperament, thousands of splinters - that's all me
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If I were sure that this is not a dream
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If for a while people became weightless
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We are tired of pretending and not believing the voices
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If the sky does not answer - I will answer him myself
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Thick smoke, empty house
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Thick smoke, empty house
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Thick smoke, empty house
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Thick smoke, empty house
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Herbs and flowers, frost on the lips
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Endless sleep, snow on your hair is winter
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Weightlessness of hands, immense growth
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Blizzard temperament, thousands of splinters - that's all me
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Thick smoke, empty house
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Thick smoke, empty house
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Thick smoke, empty house
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Thick smoke, empty house |