тима музЫка - Нет сил
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in a cold and slightly strange
country warmed by our friendship
a copper kettle whistles behind the door
or maybe it's the wind dancing
it seems that we have become further
hands have clasped in an eternal circle
and it seems that everything is as before
but the days are longer without each other
will not be remembered but will not be forgotten either
hostage of the seventh heaven
stepsister of the clear sun
concubine of the seventh heaven
everyone needed a companion
wanted to be a planet
to send rains and evil clouds
closing themselves from burning signals
heart compressed by bones
beats as if in captivity cries
disappearing in silence: does not let go
the thought that there is no usual answer