| To swim not with the flow of days, but along the one river that I will call mine.
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| With the advent of darkness, in the arms of tightness, I have not seen dreams for a long time.
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| I was injected intravenously: "We must live normally."
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| Who is calm and supple will be absolutely happy!
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| It will be absolutely...
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| Chorus:
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| Like pages flipping through the days - hundreds of thousands of distances
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| I could still get through.
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| By leaps and bounds, but with fair winds
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| I've been out of my way for a long time.
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| Lie on the swampy bottom and not worry about happiness, about your own.
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| Let the soul not rush about. |
| Over the years, months, everything will definitely bloom.
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| I was injected intravenously: "We must live normally."
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| Who is calm and supple will be absolutely happy!
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| It will be absolutely...
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| Chorus:
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| Like pages flipping through the days - hundreds of thousands of distances
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| I could still get through.
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| By leaps and bounds, but with fair winds
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| I've been out of my way for a long time.
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| Like pages flipping through the days - hundreds of thousands of distances
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| I could still get through.
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| By leaps and bounds, but with fair winds
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| I've been out of my way for a long time.
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| Like pages flipping through the days - hundreds of thousands of distances
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| I could still get through.
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| By leaps and bounds, but with fair winds
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| I've been out of my way for a long time.
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| Friends! |
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