| I write your name on the wet window
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| The cold rain reminded me again of you
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| Well, tell me, how are you without me, my love?
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| And involuntarily longing on the branches will fall asleep
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| Red autumn will bring you
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| To ask how are you without me, my love?
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| And everything would be fine, but cats are scratching
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| Broken, as if evil, the first string
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| I wrote my name on the blind window
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| Darling,
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| Do you remember, we met with you near the house
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| They walked carefree until the morning,
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| And you and I never said goodbye
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| In the twilight of the evening the apartment is empty
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| I draw your image to the pain of my own
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| Well, tell me, how are you without me, my love?
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| And on the street it's raining and the leaves are circling
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| I so want to hold your hand
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| And ask how are you without me, my love?
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| And everything would be fine, but cats are scratching
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| Broken, as if evil, the first string
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| I wrote my name on the blind window
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| Darling,
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| Do you remember, we met with you near the house
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| They walked carefree until the morning,
|
| And you and I never said goodbye
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| And everything would be fine, but cats are scratching
|
| Broken, as if evil, the first string
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| I wrote my name on the blind window
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| Darling,
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| Do you remember, we met with you near the house
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| They walked carefree until the morning,
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| And you and I never said goodbye |