In the developed film, the reflection of the child,
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Looks at you with a smile of a tiger cub.
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Falling like a stone into the water, he sees faces,
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Look into the depths of the eyes, knowing everything sparkles there.
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To see on the other side on lovely faces,
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Look into your eyes and see who is angry.
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No, I'll calm you down, wakes you up in the morning, someone calls.
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I will not close all the words, in deeds, not in a quarrel, there is no pain.
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And how he runs in the dark, look at these people.
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Take by the hand and along the alleys all day long.
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To see caressing the fury of the souls of people,
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Taking away from the night the dreams of lonely families.
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No, I'm not sad, I'll fly away like a bird at night,
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Something with me, clenching my fists, I whisper.
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No, I'm not letting go here, we can't sleep,
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Dividing all your feelings into poles.
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The sky, the smoke will absorb you, fog in a dream,
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But only the light of the moon will dilute the cries in the soul.
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A bright image, drooping in silence again,
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The eyes are closed, the child is sleeping, half past one.
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The sky, the smoke will absorb you, fog in a dream,
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But only the light of the moon will dilute the cries in the soul.
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A bright image, drooping in silence again,
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The eyes are closed, the child is sleeping, half past one.
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By the night fire, under the huge moon,
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The dark forest covered us with green foliage.
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Che I see someone's light in my window,
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And you open to me I will be gentle as a cat.
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Cold in the yard, I want to warm myself by the fireplace,
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Open, have pity on my childhood people.
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Gray-gray-gray I will not run away.
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I will be white-white snow in your year.
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The kitten will grow up to be a cat, you hear me,
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And only for the native mother - the child is forever a baby.
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The happiest time in the world
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When we are still children, we are still children.
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The Lord doesn't need cash, believe me
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My mother keeps my cut curls in an envelope.
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You know, and we will have children,
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The most beautiful and capricious in the world.
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The sky, the smoke will absorb you, fog in a dream,
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But only the light of the moon will dilute the cries in the soul.
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A bright image, drooping in silence again,
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The eyes are closed, the child is sleeping, half past one.
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The sky, the smoke will absorb you, fog in a dream,
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But only the light of the moon will dilute the cries in the soul.
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A bright image, drooping in silence again,
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The eyes are closed, the child is sleeping, half past one. |