When you talk about the same mornings at the end of each passing day
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When artificial days put an artificial smile on my pale face
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I thought it was a mistake to see the world constantly changing?
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A world that curses people with its disasters
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It doesn't matter if I'm pessimistic or optimistic
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My deepest dreams became shallower as you left
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I kept my eyes closed on very ugly scenes
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My eyes are closed in the dark, as I shed tears
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The leading roles in short films are not remembered
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I knew it, but I thought our whole life was wrong
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Still, I wanted to strengthen my broken heart with a new lover
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Tears welled up in my eyes, and I cried
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How hard it is to fall in love with a broken heart!
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Sad turn, no enthusiasm in the steps (no hope)
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I kept myself, and the anticipation of my last breath bothered me a lot
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The end of my journey, the continuation of my journey - I was surprised
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I wanted to live my life again
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On the verge of death
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I hid my grief in the mirror
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In front of my eyes
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I did not know what it feels like to be without you
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In my sweet dreams
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I called, I called you lovingly
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You disappeared at that moment
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Those beautiful eyes that I see do not keep pace with your heart
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Those kind words do not come true
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When sad feelings came to visit my songs
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He spread the petals of pure love in front of me
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Relax a little, grief is without reason
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This world is cruel, but there is no need to give up
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Suicide is the opposite of the freedom of the dead soul
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Fear on the face of the smiling rose as the sun approaches
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Wearing a white dress, the lines are very attractive
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The only laugh is the inheritance, the rest will go with you
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Love is like death, it comes very prematurely and unknowingly
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Alone in an empty room, a familiar scent on the nose
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You say - the world of injustice, how can the world do that?
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After all, people can love without reciprocation
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Straight paths are God's work, and the curves are created by Satan
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The angel-eyed beauty took her last step on the curve
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I wanted to live my life again
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On the verge of death
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I hid my grief in the mirror
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In front of my eyes
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I did not know what it feels like to be without you
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In my sweet dreams
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I called, I called you lovingly
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You disappeared at that moment
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It doesn't matter if the last choice was made or wrong
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Now the poet, who wrote about his beauty, is penless
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His life has changed a lot in recent years, but life is still the same
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Excitement at the first step, but the last stop is known to all
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Crowd… acoustics in the heart, the echo of the beat
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The last cry of love has already been set
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Mysticism is a dream, I wish it was an episodic case
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This reality is very hard for my heart
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For someone inspired by the burning fairy Rome
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I said that those eyes are enough for me, now those eyes
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Closed now, the world changes as I age
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Lies are revealed, and hopes are now in the tree
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It was my favorite feeling of the shadows
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We ran hand in hand and hid from the sun, they disappeared
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That feeling was foreign to me then, think now
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I am someone's shadow, and you are the sun that casts that shadow
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I wanted to live my life again
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On the verge of death
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I hid my grief in the mirror
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In front of my eyes
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I did not know what it feels like to be without you
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In my sweet dreams
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I called, I called you lovingly
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You disappeared at that moment
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I wanted to live my life again
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On the verge of death
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I hid my grief in the mirror
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In front of my eyes
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I did not know what it feels like to be without you
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In my sweet dreams
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I called, I called you lovingly
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You disappeared at that moment
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I wanted to live my life again
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I called, I called you lovingly |