| Today I'm not sober alone, I'm not drunk
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| Outside the window is vanity, in the soul is a beacon
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| Eh, old neighbor, maybe we'll drink some wine
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| Good old eccentric, everything is not right, everything is wrong
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| And only clusters of mountain ash, and scarlet crazy sunset
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| And only clusters of mountain ash look out the window at me
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| And only clusters of mountain ash burn with scarlet fire
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| Vicious circle, my old friend
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| Birds fly south
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| The old maple turned yellow, life goes on like a dream
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| Birds fly south - do not return them back
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| And clouds float from far away to nowhere,
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| And the mountain ash burns so that the heart hurts
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| And only clusters of mountain ash, and scarlet crazy sunset
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| And only clusters of mountain ash look out the window at me
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| And only clusters of mountain ash burn with scarlet fire
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| Vicious circle, my old friend
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| Birds fly south
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| Do not be sad, old man, our life is like a moment
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| Well, we are sitting, talking heart to heart
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| Drink wine, do not rush, but do not grieve
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| What to be sad, to grieve, it's too early for us to die
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| And only clusters of mountain ash, and scarlet crazy sunset
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| And only clusters of mountain ash look out the window at me
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| And only clusters of mountain ash burn with scarlet fire
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| Vicious circle, my old friend
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| Birds fly south |