Weeping guitar at the stern.
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The ship was sailing along the river.
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And the path from the moon
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In silence, a chord sounds.
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Stranger on board
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Looks at the water with longing.
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I asked "What are you sad about"
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The conversation was empty.
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All in business and no time
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Hear how they sing around.
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Everything from life, he says,
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Loves luxury and comfort.
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And a dear man is waiting
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With flowers at home.
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After these words she
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She fell silent again.
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Stranger, stranger
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Businesswoman,
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Like an expensive vase
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And there is a crack in the product.
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Everything shines in the window,
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And the soul has long been in a vice
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And sneaks up to her at night
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Like a thief longing.
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We are alone on deck
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The lantern glows dimly.
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And a melody in the night
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We are being carried somewhere far away.
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It became clear that there is no happiness,
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And there is a wound in the heart,
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And keep in mind
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All the pain the woman is tired.
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In personal life, emptiness
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She can't fool herself.
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Imperceptibly from the eyes of a tear
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Suddenly you want to brush it off.
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It's already dawn and night
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As if crowned with heaven.
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And buried herself in my shoulder
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Just a woman in the morning.
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Stranger, stranger
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Businesswoman,
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Like an expensive vase
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And there is a crack in the product.
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Everything shines in the window,
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And the soul has long been in a vice
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And sneaks up to her at night
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Like a thief longing.
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It's already dawn and night
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As if crowned with heaven.
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And buried herself in my shoulder
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Just a woman in the morning.
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Stranger, stranger
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Businesswoman,
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Like an expensive vase
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And there is a crack in the product.
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Everything shines in the window,
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And the soul has long been in a vice
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And sneaks up to her at night
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Like a thief longing. |