Only in her eyes does my soul not hurt
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Don't push, you see, until either the blinds or the night
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The light does not let in my windows
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And does not ask who can give it to me
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Covered my sun with a veil, shut up
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Better not sing, the brilliance of the broken strings of that guitar amuses
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She sings about the island
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Not to see, apparently, sharp rays
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Whose are you to be? |
Whose should I be?
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Then we smoke, we watch a sad film of famous film companies
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Along the lanterns in the parks, as well as tomorrow and the day after tomorrow
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Apparently, our love is written by a very boring author
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Already for breakfast in the eyes there are no longer those lights
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It's better to go back and return everything away from these days
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Strangles like someone, for the life of me, monotony got
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My soul is empty, and you are probably tired
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Let us be on our own, let them condemn
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The ship of relations has become a vessel, so you can play around
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This performance is useless, I’ll just say, sitting opposite,
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That I'm leaving and don't care, I'm not a pro in these matters
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The evening came and you entered, eclipsing the entire cafe plan
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Without swearing, she said: “The relations that they wanted to see were not.
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I need a brighter sun, like in Bali"
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Only in her eyes does my soul not hurt
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Don't push, you see, until either the blinds or the night
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The light does not let in my windows
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And does not ask who can give it to me
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Covered my sun with a veil, shut up
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Better not sing, the brilliance of the broken strings of that guitar amuses
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She sings about the island
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Not to see, apparently, sharp rays
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We will not see such sensations in the yellow press
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yes, life made a fuss about the situation
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For about a month I thought about how we could part with you
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That moment was inappropriate, then I was shy,
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But on that day, I already decided on all 100,
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That I will say everything as it is, from the heart, honestly,
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That a shadow fell on the heart, romance fell asleep
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Our song does not wind, emotions like a bow,
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But you, you got ahead of me
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Dotted over and closed the doors
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Everything seems to be correct, so why am I sad?
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Something melted inside and suddenly whined
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Everything turned upside down in an instant
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Where does this pain inside, shameless, impudent come from?
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Trembling from head to toe and back
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I realized - I can't live without you
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And it's so nice
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Only in her eyes does my soul not hurt
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Don't push, you see, until either the blinds or the night
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The light does not let in my windows
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And does not ask who can give it to me
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Covered my sun with a veil, shut up
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Better not sing, the brilliance of the broken strings of that guitar amuses
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She sings about the island
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Not to see, apparently, sharp rays |