The ship sails away, swaying on the waves
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February put on a shawl that strikes fear into strangers,
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But she is not sorry and there is no reproach in her young eyes
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The choice was made and he whimpered softly in the bundle in his arms
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She stared intently after petrified
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And the snow flew furiously, and so far no one has been expelled here
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No climb up
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I didn’t understand - the blizzard dispersed the rest of the world
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You can hardly leave such a cliff without tears
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The path kept flowing through the stones, now to the side, then down a slope
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She got up, fell, roared not jokingly
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Protected with a jacket covering a pale child
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Behind the deaf powerful roar in the sea
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Ahead of the cold bare plateau
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Where to go? |
The night is silent as a grave
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And pushing the girl to her chest, she minced to the hollows
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Black dotted with white dots
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Iron cold swallowed up the remnants of loneliness
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Nostrils froze, stars shone dimly
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A furious wind threw clusters of snow into the air
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Feet are not heard, hands are alive an elbow above,
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But it is important for her to hear that someone else is breathing in a warm bundle
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There is no room for frills - no comfort is needed, lulls
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An old oak bent in bad weather gave them a niche
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The end is near, it is inevitable, no matter how much you delay
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He takes off his jacket without hesitation to envelop the bundle
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And a naked woman presses close to her: “Are you warmer, daughter?”
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And completely enveloped the snow and the night, the snow and the night
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The alarm clock rang, at first half-heartedly, then hysterically
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And its beeps flowed in gusts
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She was sick, her body was shaking
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She grabbed the phone in disgust like it was a knife
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Hello. |
Hello, this is Mikheeva
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I was booked with you for an abortion at nine,
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But I won't come, sorry, goodbye."
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She smiled, stroked her stomach, as if there was a secret
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Snow and night, snow and night
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In the back streets of your soul you feel, hear
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Son and daughter, son and daughter
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All those who you considered superfluous are calling you
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Snow and night, snow and night
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Snow and night, snow and night
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In the back streets of your soul you feel, hear
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Son and daughter, son and daughter
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All those who you considered superfluous are calling you
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Snow and night, snow and night |