Like gray ashes from a fire
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Night dim light inside me lit again
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I went out into the yard, in unison
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The song of sleep was sung by crickets, there was thunder
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I crouched on the ground, hand closing my eyes
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Like a fish in water, smelling the spirit of the enemy
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I thought there were a lot of tears in the forest under the oak
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The wind died down in the sky, the dog barked
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The moon is above the houses, the milky way is in the sky
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Lights up the house, it's hard to sleep
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At night, a breath of air invigorates
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Dark dome, like a big umbrella
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Navis, I'm sweating
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It dripped from above, blinded the star
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Flash of lightning, thunder touched the ground
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I love listening to summer thunder
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I know it will warm the night
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Again the wind shakes the pines
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I meet the dawn
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I thought there's always a gap in words
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Like a splinter, longing sits in my soul
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The smell of summer leaves
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Nice sound of rain
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The night seems warm to me tonight
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Like a dream melody sounds a distant bass
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Near the house, the lantern yawns, the eyes get wet
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The fingers squeezed the goat, I brought them to my mouth
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Together with exhalation - whistle
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cut through the darkness
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Like an echo in response, the light suddenly lit up
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Dawn rises from behind the forest
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The ball rises in the distance, the night is leaving
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Washes the grass, trees - the rain
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Hardly anyone will understand that you can see the look
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Wind. |
Slowly drops, in silence fly
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I stand, in a whisper, the summer thunder wakes the dawn
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Ray strokes the foliage
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I love listening to summer thunder
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I know it will warm the night
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Again the wind shakes the pines
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I meet the dawn |