Artificial charms were completely dispelled in the morning,
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And I was looking for something familiar in someone else's voice
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Something yours, special, close
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Didn't find and died again
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He asked me to be removed from the lists,
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Over time, I became convinced of the uniqueness of your habits, my Hellas
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Only your lipstick has such a smell,
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Masses of cities and flavors, only one is sweet
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What your skin smelled like in the morning, and I don't need another
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Your phone did not answer, I felt unnecessary.
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And turning off his own, I listened to silence for hours.
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This is how nature has created our relationship
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I was destined to find and lose even during childbirth.
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The weather outside the window changed masks, I took paints
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Quietly snow fell, and let ...
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Who else besides me can write your eyes like that ...
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Slightly veiled with sadness, then went to the studio
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I splashed out my emotions on music, separation
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I felt it by ear, recognized it by sounds, and everything fell out of my hands.
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And the notes filled the empty rooms monotonously with an echo,
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I half-asleep cut out your palms from cardboard with groans.
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And falling asleep, I heard the key rattle in the lock, the light in the hallway turned on.
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A minute later I was already inhaling the familiar scent of your skin,
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It looks like a dream, or maybe this dream is just my mania
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I plunge into the world of dreams, lulled by your breath...
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In your yard, the sounds of an old accordion pour from the windows,
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And they break on the silence of concrete.
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The city streets are empty
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And I meet the ships on the pier where you and I were.
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In your yard, the sounds of an old accordion pour from the windows,
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And they break on the silence of concrete.
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Swings collect dust, but I meet ships on the pier,
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And were we with you?
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At times it seems that I just made you up.
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That you didn't really exist.
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No tantrums, no love, no plan to ride off to the mainland together.
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Where, under the moon, to cut through the water surface on a boat.
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I remember your sad eyes and mother's tears,
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When the court gave me six years,
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And bracelets clicked on the wrists, doors rattled.
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And you did not know and did not believe that we were saying goodbye forever
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Then I met ships, they go away with them sadness,
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And if someone asks, say it's just autumn
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And stop looking at the pier
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At night, sadness attacks crystallize numbers.
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And my harbor is now a place of two broken hearts
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Instead of rings, my ring finger was tied with black thread.
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You turned into a draw from the only one for life
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It's bigger than life!
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In your yard, the sounds of an old accordion pour from the windows,
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And they break on the silence of concrete.
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The city streets are empty
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And I meet the ships on the pier where you and I were.
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In your yard, the sounds of an old accordion pour from the windows,
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And they break on the silence of concrete.
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Swings collect dust, but I meet ships on the pier,
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And were we with you ... |