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I'm returning home migratory bird
The air is so damp you can drink it
The sky is crying now, but I won't cry
Thoughts are always lacking in the struggle for luck

Chorus
And again, someone threw tulle on July
But February frosts in my soul
And the flower sellers invented love
So that people buy roses more often

Carelessness overtakes us with a leisurely gait
The minute became like eternity, and eternity was short
I will not forget and you do not refuse the lady
I remember how our dreams remained dreams