And again in the blue evening
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The nightingale sings in the grove
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Everything comes and goes in the distance
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And it all starts from the end
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Once again, the bark is grooved
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Someone turns a heart and an arrow
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Under the birch branch in the curl
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Cover the wedding bed with moss
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Everything comes and goes in the distance (everything comes and goes in the distance)
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Everything comes and goes in the distance (everything comes and goes in the distance)
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Everything comes and goes in the distance (everything comes and goes in the distance)
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And it all starts from the end
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But through the green bushes
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The quiet squeaks of the steps sound
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And again to a cradle
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Someone is looking for a birch curve
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But when the pink leaves slip
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To essentially disappear
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Finally the old men are coming
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Cut a white birch cross
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Everything comes and goes in the distance (everything comes and goes in the distance)
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Everything comes and goes in the distance (everything comes and goes in the distance)
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Everything comes and goes in the distance (everything comes and goes in the distance)
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And it all starts from the end
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Joy and sorrow are slipping over me
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As a variegated autumn leaf
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Who comes to take the people away
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From cradle to grave
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And so the birch bark
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There are so many deep scars
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To your native hill
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To fall in love
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Everything comes and goes in the distance
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Everything comes and goes in the distance
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Everything comes and goes in the distance
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And it all starts from the end
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Everything comes and goes in the distance
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Everything comes and goes in the distance
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Everything comes and goes in the distance
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And it all starts from the end
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And it all starts from the end |