Dreams like rivers of the past flow to you,
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Washing away the days... And the tears melt on the hand.
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My soul alone dances a sad waltz,
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And only sadness pulls her hand every hour ...
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Empty February took me to his bed
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Covered in winter and locked the door with cold,
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All alone... And even the darkness took away the shadow,
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And the stars fall from the sky changing cities.
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Your eyes are now burning with someone else's fire,
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And the heart beats in someone's unfamiliar house,
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You are far away... And there are no our days with you,
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In which we melted stronger every day!
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My love will burn down with me,
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It will cool down with ashes... And it will dissolve centuries with smoke,
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And those words that you whispered so tenderly to me,
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They will fly over the world with notes in the darkness.
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Memory cut feelings! |
Didn't sleep at night!
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After love - silence, after love - sadness!
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Melted like snow before his eyes...
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I was looking for the meaning of life, cursing empty loyalty!
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Among the silence of the walls, she looked for answers:
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"Stop the days!!! |
I'm not calm here!",
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I searched, beat in my heart, again tore off my clothes -
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I couldn't forget the touch of hands...
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... She, walking in scarlet days, castling wounds with rivers,
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In all directions equally with the wind, meter by meter!
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In a proud voice, with smoke, she spoke to the city:
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“Where did he go!? |
And behind what fence is the house!?
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Then, according to the notes, tears load the eyes with thunderstorms,
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And outside the window, the weather conjures cold codes ...
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She ran, not believing that the ode was over.
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One spent the year empty in the winter!
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But my heart is with you and my peace
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They took dreams to their cold house ...
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And I lose myself among sleepy houses,
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Among glassy eyes and empty words!
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You are somewhere far away, but still
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I will remember you, even though it's not easy...
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I will write letters and send them to nowhere,
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Burn the days again and wait again When... |