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I can’t hear the violin crying -
Her fate is so similar to mine ...
Following the lonely bystanders
She hides in the snow without a trace.

Chorus:

Inhale the sound of minor notes
And settles in a cloud of fog
To the feet of one who weaves the past
From the future a new turn.

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A river runs through the souls of time
A stream of days and nights hitting
And only in the distance the mountain is gray-haired
For years silently looks down.

(Chorus)

Poems: I. Lisovskaya
Music: Timur Rysmaganbetov