Time. |
Make me at least for a while
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Inflexible, as if a stone had broken through the walls.
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So that my mind freezes cold, like the north itself.
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So that together with everyone we become a family, and not just neighbors.
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I swear, -
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I will give my days to the last, all to you -
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Just take me back to that photo
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Where everyone is happy.
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There, where mother and father will become young again;
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Where there are no fugitives from the war for the horizon.
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I pray - say that we are all sleeping;
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And for many years we see the same dream:
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I dream of the old yard, and now,
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It's been terribly quiet here for a year now.
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And even birds, a flock of ravens -
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Taking off in the choirs, he did not utter a single cry.
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everything is silent.
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And now forever mourns for the forgotten,
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And it is not given to break this silence -
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Never, and to no one.
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The leaves kept falling, falling high.
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And waving like wings to us,
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They flew away to their new home.
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The leaves understood everything, falling into the depths of centuries.
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If I knew once upon a time,
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That they are calendar ones, I would not pluck them again.
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The leaves kept falling, falling high.
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And waving like wings to us,
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They flew away to their new home.
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The leaves understood everything, falling into the depths of centuries.
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If I knew once upon a time,
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That they are calendar ones, I would not pluck them again.
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Time -
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I clearly know your handwriting.
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I saw with my own eyes how you persistently trample
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Anything that touches the ground.
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And I would like one calendar sheet
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Leave not erased on someone's soles.
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But the leaves kept falling under the feet purposefully,
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To become the past.
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To already accurately spread through the drainpipes.
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And at that hour, become an eternal source of memory of domestic destinies.
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And let this melody that always touched my insides
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Finally, from the sounds of an annoying roar,
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It will turn into that bright song again!
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The leaves kept falling, falling high.
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And waving like wings to us,
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They flew away to their new home.
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The leaves understood everything, falling into the depths of centuries.
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If I knew once upon a time,
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That they are calendar ones, I would not pluck them again.
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The leaves kept falling, falling high.
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And waving like wings to us,
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They flew away to their new home.
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The leaves understood everything, falling into the depths of centuries.
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If I knew once upon a time,
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That they are calendar ones, I would not pluck them again.
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Leaves fell under our feet, we wrapped ourselves in mists.
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We became like them - calendar leaves.
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Abandoned and trampled, ripped off by the autumn wind.
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Dates are lived, burnt, leaves are burning over the city.
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Leaves fell under our feet, we wrapped ourselves in mists.
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We became like them - calendar leaves.
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Abandoned and trampled, ripped off by the autumn wind.
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Dates are lived, burnt, leaves are burning over the city.
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Leaves fell under our feet, we wrapped ourselves in mists.
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Abandoned and trampled, ripped off by the autumn wind. |