It's raining outside, ice is melting outside, it's shedding tears.
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Your head will ache as always - beyond the seas is that sweet nectar.
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It's raining outside, ice is melting outside, it's shedding tears.
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Your head will ache as always - beyond the seas is that sweet nectar.
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Entangled like a mole, between the bottoms and the heights hung
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And somewhere the breeze carries me, bewitched by the call of miss.
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Drops hit the glass, now on quiet, nests of passion weave here -
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Drinking glasses, yes, views of the bottom filled with resentment,
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Bottom where I am, but not her.
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On the other side of the gold fish I do not wait like a fisherman
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And I still can't spit on a dream,
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I beg your Majesty time, do not ruin the servant like this.
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I'll just be the sunset and dawn for the eyes
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I don’t know why, but it’s necessary, it’s necessary, without kisses and phrases.
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I will be thrown into the player, like chocolate for wine, keeping dreams and cherishing always for
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kina frame.
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Well, straight snot, the wind blow away these thoughts,
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Cold put me to sleep quickly, rain - you put out the sparks.
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Could you forget? |
After all, the nerves are completely sour
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A shot is straight into the very heart that cherishes the thoughts of the soul.
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What have you become? - I need to be a coward and I'm so afraid of not getting those touches,
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What she throws on the sheets with a light hand
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And when they come to me, those who are a burden on my soul lie down.
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On the other side of the gold fish I do not wait like a fisherman
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And I still can't spit on a dream
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I beg your majesty time do not ruin the servant like this.
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What have you become? - I need to be a coward and I'm so afraid of not getting those touches,
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What she throws on the sheets with a light hand
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And when they come to me, those who are a burden on my soul lie down.
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On the other side of the gold fish I do not wait like a fisherman
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And I still can't spit on a dream
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I beg your majesty time do not ruin the servant like this.
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Longing, I can’t see a flower in the desert in the middle of the sand.
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Longing, and let the rains again mourn this fairy tale. |