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I won't be back soon,
Whether I will return - in reality or in a dream.
How much in anticipation of sadness
As in goodbye for good ...

By the edge we hit the break
Paradise will seem to us later
Everything that came before
And he will never return to us again ...

Everything that came before
And he will never return to us again ...

There we ran barefoot
in warm blue
rainbows ringing strings.
And now the rains are slanting all right through me.

Early, as everything flew early,
The wound, this wound is just a passing
And he will also embrace the one who has been waiting for us for a long time,
and will never let go.

By the edge we hit the break
Paradise will seem to us later
Everything that came before
And he will never return to us again ...