| At a distance, the hands of the body and soul froze.
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| Years are the course of the river, but we did not recognize each other.
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| But we did not find each other, we did not lose each other.
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| Minutes are sleeves of the arm, and we got stuck in them, froze.
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| Chorus:
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| Like mannequins from shop windows - I am alone, and he is alone.
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| And day after day they burn in vain, from September to September.
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| We are separated by two glasses from everyday heat,
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| And makes faces at the horizon, scaring my old umbrella.
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| Let parallel lines run without points and intersections
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| It won't stop for a moment...
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| But under the closed curtain of the eyelids, I see every day,
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| Some close person takes me into the shadows.
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| Chorus:
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| Like mannequins from shop windows - I am alone, and he is alone.
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| And day after day they burn in vain, from September to September.
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| We are separated by two glasses from everyday heat,
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| And makes faces at the horizon, scaring my old umbrella.
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| But under the closed curtain of the eyelids, I see every day,
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| Some close person takes me into the shadows.
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| Like mannequins from shop windows - I am alone, and he is alone.
|
| And day after day they burn in vain, from September to September.
|
| We are separated by two glasses from everyday heat,
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| And makes faces at the horizon, scaring my old umbrella.
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| Like mannequins from shop windows - I am alone, and he is alone.
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| And day after day they burn in vain, from September to September.
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| We are separated by two glasses from everyday heat,
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| And makes faces at the horizon, scaring my old umbrella. |