Текст песни Адриан Крупчанский и Александр Щербина - Образа

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Hurtling happiness quick bird can - catch,
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In the open field a lot of will - a little love,
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That will rise, and that will go out in the sky a star
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Gift casual, gift wasted - not forever.

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My dear friend, all posts in this trouble,
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The slope of the willow branches to the water,
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The fate of the sad crows all night singing,
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Why does he know so much about it.

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Bright dream, but it is dark maelstrom - drowning wreath
Still, it beats, waiting for a heart warm lump,
At the window bride crying, hiding his eyes,
Throws hot wax on the image.

All that was that I forgot that I could not -
I picked up, whirled evil rumor.
Fell far road, night is cold -
He scored the soul over the years full of grief.

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Above the sky - the sky, then - peace,
Angel came out of the fog, beckoning hand
Everything that knows everything forgives concealing the truth:
In front of a star shining - but not yours.

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