Fog drifted slowly in the city
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I have not forgotten grief from the mind
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I didn't get cold and I didn't lose
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That faith in the best
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Fog drifted slowly in the city
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I have not forgotten grief from the mind
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Somewhere a ray of light and a rainbow
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There behind the clouds
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It's like a fast train: all seats are taken
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And here everyone leafed through their days separately
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Spring is gone, stormy youth
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Nights are long without sleep, wild revelry all
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Outside the windows, a sultry summer flickered somewhere
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And his calm, faded light barely left a trace
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They handed out blankets, it blows cold, the foliage is spinning
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Slowly out of town, the city is rushing us composition
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And you can see the snow already and it seems just about
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You'll be cut down like an overcooked, overripe fruit
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And the soul rushes about, beats in fear: where to run?
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In the twilight of chilly nights, fog squeezed the air
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The blue sky is not visible, the exhausted froze
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Stumbling, rushing, and whispering: "Forgive me"
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And a ray of light broke through these clubs between
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Just when the mind has lost hope
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Fog drifted slowly in the city
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I have not forgotten grief from the mind
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I didn't get cold and I didn't lose
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That faith in the best
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Fog drifted slowly in the city
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I have not forgotten grief from the mind
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Somewhere a ray of light and a rainbow
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There behind the clouds
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Walked in the park, looking furtively at the clock
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At first he was indignant, boiled, tired, cooled down
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You were late again, throwing at my feet: "I'm sorry"
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She justified herself so, but again the arguments are empty
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I'm not even angry, it won't be the same
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Unbridled tenderness, no violence, no rage
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Our first snowdrops and the trace caught a cold
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There is no hot passion of summer and shame is unknown
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Dressed, made up brightly, well, right up to the impudent
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Well, I know that, in order to strip naked
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The day is warm, the night is cool - and so every time
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And you are true to yourself, as well as the manner of being late
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I was ready to leave you at least 8 times
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My mind is incomprehensibly beloved autumn
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I stay and let the bird caravan fly south
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I stay, I was captivated by your thick fog
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Fog drifted slowly in the city
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I have not forgotten grief from the mind
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I didn't get cold and I didn't lose
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That faith in the best
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Fog drifted slowly in the city
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I have not forgotten grief from the mind
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Somewhere a ray of light and a rainbow
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There behind the clouds |