and you walk across the sky with a cigarette in your hand
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earrings that sing in the wind
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answers to any questions in your pocket...
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and you know everything in the world and there is a cigarette in your hand
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earrings that sing in the wind.
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somewhere he disappears. |
you are with him because of this
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if you want, I'll tell you how, it's not fun
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fly away without you
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I like to sit on the cornice with my legs dangling
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wait when to stop waiting for you
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Do you want me to draw you my reflection
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in it you will see my smile
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you ask: "Are you happy, I'm not sad"
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you are like a birthday
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my long holiday with which I live
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you walk with her across the sky again no cigarettes
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her earrings that sing from the wind
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every exhalation of her, every breath you count
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and only she exists in the world, the smoke of her cigarette
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and earrings that sing in the wind
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she understands everything, you are with her because of this
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she knows it...
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Maybe Kartasar, maybe he knew how hard it is for me
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Instead of your hands - evenings of parting; |
instead of ashtrays - a cup
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Forgive me, I can't take it away, sometimes I look away from you
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Know that I can, nevertheless I will let go ... there will be a reward after!
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and you know everything in the world and there is a cigarette in your hand
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earrings that sing in the wind.
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somewhere he disappears. |
you are with him because of this
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Goodbye my summer... |