| If you look into the darkness, then you will love the light,
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| Find a mind that just isn't there.
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| Who is dead, who is blind,
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| Contemplating feelings we are waiting for an answer.
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| The fields were covered with a snow-white veil,
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| The pale sun of renewed January shines.
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| We watch the temple crumble
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| No, we are left alone with the sadness of the sky.
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| Clutching in the palms of fresh fallen snow,
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| Wrapped in a plaid hot whisper and delirium.
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| The smell of scotch whiskey lips
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| And the sparks sobbed so nervously in the fireplace.
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| Stuffy wind, indifference rustles outside the window,
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| It was not in my mind that it could be so good.
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| The morning dawn breaks the sky gently,
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| An uncertain beam breaks through in hope.
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| through the thickness of the clouds we cannot warm ourselves,
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| But the pain is slowly leaving the heart.
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| Chorus:
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| Flakes of crystal snow are falling, the temperature is 35.
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| You freeze in an ice house, you can hardly understand it.
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| My diamond pages, the substance to love you alone.
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| Winter is inside of us both and this is the meaning of not sinking.
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| Flakes of crystal snow are falling, the temperature is 35.
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| You freeze in an ice house, you can hardly understand it.
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| My diamond pages, the substance to love you alone.
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| Winter is inside of us both and this is the meaning of not sinking.
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| I believe that everything will come true! |
| What are we silent about
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| We reach for freedom, we pay for the loneliness of the graves.
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| Left alone surrounded by happy people
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| In an instant, everything will change for better or for worse cinema.
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| I dream of thinking about them out loud
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| And they are not afraid of anything,
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| I close happiness quiveringly erase.
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| I am the words that have been preserved forever inside.
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| In strange ways everything gets better
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| And we go straight to the station of fate
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| Splitting feelings serenely at a distance of touch.
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| So frankly, as if the Titanic is not drowning in mistakes.
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| Crashing about a thousand reasons banal pictures
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| In shades of fake facial expressions, I'm looking for answers,
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| Know all the infinity of your sky.
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| Chorus:
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| Flakes of crystal snow are falling, the temperature is 35.
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| You freeze in an ice house, you can hardly understand it.
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| My diamond pages, the substance to love you alone.
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| Winter is inside of us both and this is the meaning of not sinking.
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| Flakes of crystal snow are falling, the temperature is 35.
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| You freeze in an ice house, you can hardly understand it.
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| My diamond pages, the substance to love you alone.
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| Winter is inside of us both and this is the meaning of not sinking. |