The dew has fallen and the night is so long
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pop up image
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And your quiet voice Alina.
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Today is exactly one week
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How did you decide to leave
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Nothing to motivate
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Alone in an empty apartment.
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For an evening conversation
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They liked to drink tea.
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Alina talked about countries
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Which he did not know.
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smiled back,
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She understood everything.
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It was like reading his mind
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On distance.
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At night in a dream
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Alina muttered sweetly -
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About the snow house, the sun and waterfalls.
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Draw pictures, write poems
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All about the same edges, about the same valleys
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Oh Alinochka, Alina, Alinushka
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To survive this winter alone
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Heart hurts and soul suffers
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Oh Alinochka, Alina, Alinushka.
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Oh Alinochka, Alina, Alinushka
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To survive this winter alone
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Where are you now, and why did you leave then
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Oh Alinochka, Alina, Alinushka.
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Lived six meters
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From the railway
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When the trains were running
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Looked into the windows -
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Someone to visit someone To work many
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They lie in bed
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play peepers
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By the way, your smell and now
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On his pillow.
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It would be better not to feel
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Him in that case.
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But soon he breaks up
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And it will get a little better
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Well, in the meantime, inhales
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And thinks about the future.
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Went out for a walk
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Something sat up
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In the crowd on the street
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Looking for your features.
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"Alina, stop! |
-
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Oh sorry I misunderstood"
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Yes, perhaps it is necessary
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Somehow move on.
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I took a ticket for the first flight,
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And now it flies to the mountains,
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More precisely, the city of mountains -
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On the seashore.
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Such a feeling
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That you do not leave his gaze -
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You are somewhere nearby
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The truth is a little dreamy.
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3 years have passed since then.
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And not a word from you.
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At least a couple of lines
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To find out how you are.
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Everything seems to be old
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He put himself on his feet -
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Collecting gold in different cities.
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Hundreds of SMS, hours of conversations.
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All by some unfamiliar numbers.
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Already used to it,
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But still sometimes
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I run to the phone
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Deceiving himself.
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Alina collected
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Piece by piece your world -
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Around me, you and everyone in this world.
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But there is still
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Quiet in an empty apartment.
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But the grandchildren are growing -
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They have their own children.
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Slowly understanding
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Thoughts come.
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He averted his eyes
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The work is close.
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Some strange dream
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I remember only the name
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barely offensive image
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Alina girls. |