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Gray weekdays, gray faces
Gray birds fly in the sky
Every morning, gray people
Gray weekdays live again
But still they threw brightly once
Still, they dreamed of being not like everyone else
But time passes and irrevocably
We all disappear
On the gray highway ...
All to work, in gray tram
Everyone dreams of gray paradise
Each apartment has gray and crowded
The gray song plays in the souls
But still they threw brightly once
Still, they dreamed of being not like everyone else
But time passes and irrevocably
We all disappear
On the gray highway ...