Airplanes, trains
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Serpentine city behind me
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Somewhere forgotten peace, how to be in time?
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Quietly hear the sound of footsteps
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Invisible traces
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I know you leave, and they cannot be erased
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Two tickets for summer, two tickets for autumn
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Two, and by winter we will wait for spring
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So that love meets us exactly at eight
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Maybe. |
this is a fairy tale, fortunately two tickets
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Time of waiting and parting
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And the warmth of your beloved hands
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Lonely no barriers
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Don't even hide behind a wall
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If there be one not with me
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Sounds so clear
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Daily road noise
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Will not notice how I could stay with you
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Two tickets for summer, two tickets for autumn
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Two, and by winter we will wait for spring
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So that love meets us exactly at eight
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Maybe. |
this is a fairy tale, fortunately two tickets
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Time of waiting and parting
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And the warmth of your beloved hands
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Where do kilometers lead?
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Stories of simple plots
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Meetings are waiting, measuring minutes
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Only two of us got
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Joy through sadness and sadness
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I believe that I will wait, I will wait
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Two tickets for summer, two tickets for autumn
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Two, and by winter we will wait for spring
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So that love meets us exactly at eight
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Maybe. |
this is a fairy tale, fortunately two tickets
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Time of waiting and parting
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And the warmth of your beloved hands |