There are no working turbines left on the wings of our love
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Below us are hectares of plains and we will not reach the landing strip
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For a successful ending, the chance is impossibly small
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And you throw the helm saying that you are tired they say, our romance flew off.
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We're losing altitude, panic on board
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And we have not been expected at the airport for a long time
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Having scrolled before the eyes of the best shots,
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I'm waiting for a collision
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And in the news, only fragments of feelings will show
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What used to bind us
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And the black box of my sadness
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Will give in fragments of song phrases.
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Our alliance with you disappeared from all radars
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And neither the ambulance nor the Ministry of Emergency Situations managed to arrive at the scene in time
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Now you won’t recognize me, no matter how many examinations you conduct
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And you are the same as you were, as if you didn’t fall down from heaven with me.
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And you have a new flight, a new crew
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And your shiny fuselage is stronger than ours
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And he is unlikely to hurt even sabotage,
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And from ours there was only a report
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Where only fragments of feelings were shown
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What used to bind us
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And the black box of my sadness
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Will give in fragments of song phrases.
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The news showed only fragments of feelings
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What used to bind us
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And the black box of my sadness
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Transmitted in fragments of song phrases. |