Everything you hear
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Perhaps only not tea thoughts,
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I didn't think about anything when I wrote them, You know, it's like dreams, sometimes they happen
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black and white and you remember in the morning Every single frame.
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And sometimes they are brightly colored, but they seem to be erased from memory when you wake up.
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Just yesterday LINEN webs of DAYS,
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Dreams wove me, drowned me with routine, Stretch out the hands of happiness to meet exactly B
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forget noon, they whispered what you once remembered, understand I have nowhere to go
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if the evening has fallen on the city, and I am on the way, goodbye, wait for those who are in memory.
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Others are alive, those who did not have time to say goodbye and those who did not dare,
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I lost sleep, the sun disappeared,
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My words did not fly wingless,
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Soon it will be completely dark
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This autumn leaves TRACES with yellow-red grizzle,
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Those not distant desires where is the First Mound shore, where we were born And died, but
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have now flown away
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We so wanted to admire the Dawn day and night Sing And splash with the wind Everything
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these cold skies.
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Chorus:
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Behind those autumn days, the wind in the spheres
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Ruby lies, I valued minutes, but We confused life, but we confused Life,
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but we confused life.
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Go back time, I know I flew to paradise, there on the edge of hopes, those who dream
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we were tired sleeping, and the sky was crying, I felt THEM NEARBY, remember THEIR words, we would live and
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all the rewards, I roused my memory, again for the umpteenth time it seemed strange to me that
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the twilight did not go out, IN THE WINDOWS opposite I saw someone wandering in the darkness,
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with the power of womanly melted smoothly in the parade of SHADOWS, this lasted for weeks and
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continued for years, the clock wondered whether to freeze or run away, they hardly
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kept up with eternity, were silent around, there was nothing to say, I believed in happiness,
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Believing in magic, building your new world, on dreams and trusts in a break
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the universe between the imperishable hours, the letters smoldered, the blazing passions of those revelations.
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I saw how the fragile air froze, crystal fragments cut my hands,
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scratching windows on high-speed trains, I learned poems by heart in my diary
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leafing through I, I'm not tired, I just became careful, now I didn't have the patience that
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I would believe you with this Bogrov sunset on birch paintings, your utopias
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fabulous and idyls, old photo albums kept the memory, I wanted to sing in the evenings
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and reveal all the secrets to the world around and to lonely planets, embraced by this lilac
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in the summer, there tears are almost half filled with happiness, but in the table it’s all
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only flowers made of satin and a couple would be enough for me to remember the clouds,
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but, for now, let's say goodbye, bye. |