| When all night is calm and silent
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| A veil of snow strokes the windows,
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| They stand at home solemnly and smartly,
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| Solutions prompt you.
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| But you wander deaf to everything,
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| And there is no one else in the world,
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| And you almost don't remember what these
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| Once upon a time you were sixteen years old.
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| But winter will pass, houses will come to life,
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| The ice floes of the rivers will stir,
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| And you will come by yourself, and he will go crazy,
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| And you will stay with him forever.
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| But everything can turn out differently,
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| And long weary blizzard
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| Maybe you will go to live with someone else,
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| And then he will stay with the other.
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| And you will strive to this city,
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| Where you walk everything,
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| Where he wanders, and the snow flies over the gate,
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| And the February yard and house sleep in the night.
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| But winter will pass, houses will come to life,
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| The ice floes of the rivers will stir,
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| And you will come by yourself, and he will go crazy,
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| And you will stay with him forever.
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| And I want you to have a colored blizzard
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| The other did not draw an epilogue,
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| So that you still meet each other
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| At the end of their tangled roads.
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| After all, someone is watching us,
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| To whom it is given to know everything in advance,
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| And he doesn't forget about anyone,
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| And what is left for us? |
| - just wait...
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| That the winter will pass, the houses will come to life,
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| The ice floes of the rivers will stir,
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| And you will come by yourself, and he will go crazy,
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| And you will stay with him forever. |