Smoke covered my city with a veil
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And sways in the gray morning
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There is a gilded day in my window
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My shadow hides from you again
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I am still here, but I
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I am no longer here
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Fly away, soul, to the end of the world
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Slightly breathing, no answer
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Slowly I will leave the past
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in which there is no me
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There, outside the window, silence - not a trace, not a rustle
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Only fairy tales of the big city
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They whisper something in the cool of the day
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There, far away, far away, in the quiet light of midnight
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There will be no resentment and bitterness
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Fly away, my soul, slowly
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Become an unread book
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Become a migratory bird
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Be my dream or fairy dream
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I won't ask you for anything
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I don't love you anymore, I love you so much
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Fly away soul to the end of the world
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Slightly breathing, no answer
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Slowly, I will leave the past without regret
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There, outside the window, silence - not a trace, not a rustle
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Only fairy tales of the big city
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They whisper something in the cool of the day
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There, far away, far away, in the quiet light of midnight
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There will be no resentment and bitterness
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Fly away, my soul, slowly
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There, outside the window, silence - not a trace, not a rustle
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Only fairy tales of the big city
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They whisper something in the cool of the day
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There, far away, far away, in the quiet light of midnight
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There will be no resentment and bitterness
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Fly away, my soul, slowly |