| The snow has melted. |
| Smells of spring. |
| The birds sang
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| You came to my world as a gift from the wicked fate
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| My friends have a dumb question on their faces
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| Surrendered for the first time, without any struggle
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| Not on the road, not on the road your lonely house,
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| But there are no impossible miracles
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| Something happened, you appeared like spring thunder
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| Rushed from the formidable gray skies
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| You will give me your paintings, as always
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| Hiding the time of all worries
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| Remembering happiness, I sometimes quit
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| A look at the painted sand
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| A look at the painted sand
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| A look at the painted sand
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| A look at the painted sand
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| A look at the painted sand
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| But you are always drawn into the distance somewhere
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| To uncharted distant shores
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| With someone else you meet sunsets
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| As always, not trusting affectionate words
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| The restless salty shore sends greetings from you
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| Years of separation like a dress off yourself
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| The stormy wind blows in vain, it will not drive away, no
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| He will not dispel love in my heart
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| You will give me your paintings, as always
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| Hiding the time of all worries
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| Remembering happiness, I sometimes quit
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| A look at the painted sand
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| A look at the painted sand
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| A look at the painted sand
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| A look at the painted sand |