Анита Цой - Мы с тобой запутались в обидах....
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Silence in thin hands
Blows in a braid in a breath and exhale,
In games, the wind is woven,
This is the ice side ...
You and I are confused in insults.
See, no longer needed
Our fairy tale with these shores,
Where the living is getting a cold from a cold,
It is difficult to overcome snow.
You no longer believe miracles
Sunny rays from nowhere
And you don't believe my steps

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Time runs time heals
But decides for us
With impunity, it is zealous
The evil wind plays us
You know yourself ...

If you want, I will become your fire
If you want, I will enter this cold
If you want, I'll get all the stars
If you want, I can ... I need you ...

And when my last shout
Will not meet anyone and drown
In me, in the abyss is empty
I'll go in the snowdrifts for you,
To give you your palms
To be with you ...

(*)

Time runs time heals
But decides for us
With impunity, it is zealous
The evil wind plays us
You know yourself ...

If you want, I will become your fire
If you want, I will enter this cold
If you want, I'll get all the stars
If you want, I can ... I need you ...