The lights of the night metropolis went out in the distance
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Shadow melting, flying into the sky with colors
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These eyes, on the contrary, did not lie in the smoke of shadows
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Children raved about happiness with chocolates
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The lights of the night metropolis went out in the distance
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Shadow melting, flying into the sky with colors
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These eyes, on the contrary, did not lie in the smoke of shadows
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Children raved about happiness with chocolates
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They cried and joked about it, but he did not
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At night I noticed the light in the windows and knocked on the door silently
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Freezing from the icy skyward views of high-rise buildings
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He made plans on the sand, in the traps of this city he fell asleep forever
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On the boulevard, not observing time, the wind was blowing
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"Believe me or not, it doesn't matter," he told us
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And again he walked through the puddles drunk until the morning
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Raised the collar, exhaling cold air
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He nervously took out matches and, like Maya, he dropped them
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This long spring equaled them by name
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Lanterns lit up over the bridges, and he was tired
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Quiet, this night is like yesterday
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We waited for weeks for it and let it smolder
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Ashes tasted somehow no worse than marmalade
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It became cloudy in the eyes, the moisture froze like a stone river
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Fortunately, the scorched thinned by the end of the evening
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The rain played on the roofs the same moonlight sonata
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And only a smile did not run across his face,
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And the body was warmed by the last rays of sunset |