No one is to blame for what happened
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And you've been married for a long time and I'm married.
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You are young - blood and milk, at the old shoulders.
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But the white birch has become a meeting place.
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And I muzzled myself, muzzled myself,
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I chained you to my soul and heart.
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Dried myself to the point of pain, took care of you,
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And we were shamelessly intoxicated by birch sap.
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I understood much older what we were doing,
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That each time we are closer to the abyss.
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You lost your shame in loving me,
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And I was terribly afraid for you.
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And I muzzled myself, muzzled myself,
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I chained you to my soul and heart.
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Dried myself to the point of pain, took care of you,
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And we were shamelessly intoxicated by birch sap.
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You drank love in sips almost into a chokehold,
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I decided to break everything before the deadline.
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Didn't come to the birch for more than three days,
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And next to her, lying, I found you.
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And I muzzled myself, muzzled myself,
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I chained you to my soul and heart.
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Dried myself to the point of pain, took care of you,
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And we were shamelessly intoxicated by birch sap.
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I carried you in my arms without feeling the weight,
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Somewhere de\\lysya from within the animal fear.
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Swallowing tears with difficulty, she looked into her eyes,
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“Don’t press so hard, I beg you, to the toroza!”
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And I muzzled myself, muzzled myself,
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I chained you to my soul and heart.
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Dried myself to the point of pain, took care of you,
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And we were shamelessly intoxicated by birch sap.
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And I muzzled myself, muzzled myself,
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I chained you to my soul and heart.
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Dried myself to the point of pain, took care of you,
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And we were shamelessly intoxicated by birch sap. |