| When the season of fortune ends
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| And the wind, like posters, tears the last sheets of hope,
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| When it happened this way, and not otherwise,
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| That means it's time to take off the makeup
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| And review clothes.
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| Chorus:
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| Just my life arena, white circle
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| illuminated from all sides,
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| Just my life arena,
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| Doomed to deceit and love,
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| The twilight wind is fresh,
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| Give me love, give me
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| Just my life arena,
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| Well, and you are my friend, it seems to me, a spectator.
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| Whenever I start my life again,
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| It would have mountains and seas,
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| Well, a little bit of success
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| It would have been you and me, and pine noise,
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| And the rest will wait
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| And the rest is not for me in a hurry.
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| Chorus.
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| And yet I look at you with hope,
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| Although this is all naive, I clearly understand this,
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| And yet I heed that hope.
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| Because I love you very much
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| Like I never loved before.
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| Chorus:
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| Just my life arena, white circle
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| illuminated from all sides,
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| Just my life arena,
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| Doomed to deceit and love,
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| The twilight wind is fresh,
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| Don't give me hope, don't give me
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| Just my life arena,
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| Well, and you are my friend, it seems to me, a spectator. |