There is no one there, the summer is over there,
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And the boat is almost knee-deep in water.
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And the boatman carried the oars away before dawn,
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And rain, and again not a star in the sky.
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It's all you, it's all you!
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It's all you, it's all you!
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I returned to the city, alien and forgotten,
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Bonfires and night fasts are everywhere,
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My city was busy, all the castles were broken,
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And the flags have been dropped, and the temples are empty.
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It's all you, it's all you!
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It's all you, it's all you!
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And there was no point in sitting in this stench,
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And drink and mourn someone's dreams.
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And the priest in a civilian ridiculous outfit
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He whispered, pointing with his finger at the crosses:
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“Just think, why do you need this?
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You’ll get lost for this, you won’t go even a mile!”
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I went out of there in search of summer,
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I knew that the bridges would soon be raised.
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It's all you, it's all you!
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It's all you, it's all you!
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You are the rain, You are the river, You are the fire, You are the comet,
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You are the sky above the world, You are these flowers.
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You are here, You are with me, You are somewhere outside the city,
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And everything that happens to me is You...
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It's all you! |