Игорь Куприянов - Семь дней
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The door closed a little audibly
And only silence now
My uninvited, but familiar guest
And thrown on the table
Your grenade bracelet
As if a trace of what has not come true
We burned in the fire of passions
Seven candles seven tender days

Seven tender days
Seven frantic nights
Witchcraft of a random meeting
Seven tender days
Ball of dancing lights
And one sad evening

The magical crystal is broken
The latter will finish the glass
And dried bouquet of crimson roses
Following you after you
I throw pain in the wall
I don't see the way because of tears
And the red trace is smoking
On crushed glass

Seven tender days
Seven frantic nights
Witchcraft of a random meeting
Seven tender days
Ball of dancing lights
And one sad evening

Seven tender days
Seven frantic nights
Witchcraft of a random meeting
Seven tender days
Ball of dancing lights
And one sad evening

Seven tender days
Seven frantic nights
Witchcraft of a random meeting
Seven tender days
Ball of dancing lights
And one sad evening