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. |