Антон Слон - Календарь без весны
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I know you're leaving me
Gray rain through your fingers, through your fingers in the wind
And I can’t hold you close or hug me
And hold without unclenching your hands

Do you also remember the warmth of my lips
My soul still yearns for me
But the past is covered with snow, snow
And in the future - I’m not with you

There's a calendar on the wall, a calendar without spring
In it April is like January, and cold dreams

I peer into ghostly dreams
And in these dreams all the time, all the time you are with someone else
And in these dreams it is winter.And there is no spring
And your caring hand is gone

I'm waking up.Night.It's January
Longing, like life.Mercilessly long
I'll cross out soon, I'll cross out our calendar
It still doesn't mean spring

There's a calendar on the wall, a calendar without spring
In it April is like January, and cold dreams

There's a calendar on the wall, a calendar without spring
In it April is like January, and cold dreams

Calendar without spring, and cold dreams