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My days are quickly disappearing |
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But the pain's always the same |
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As if the roses are decaying |
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And the nightingales are dying |
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The love has kept my life in order |
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Feels so wasteful too |
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From your skin as soft as satin |
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From your skin soft as satin |
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Poisoned blood is running out of you |
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Poisoned blood is running out of you |
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If the reason I am living |
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Is because of a dream |
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Like blind children we'll be climbing |
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Up the mountain to the sky |
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And there we'll find the dreamland |
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Of the whitest clouds |
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We'll be looking for dead roses |
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We'll be looking for dead roses |
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Listen to dead nightingales |
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Odnoobraznye mel'kayut (Однообразные мелькают) |
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Vsyo s toy zhe bol'yu dni moyi (Все с той же болью дни мои,) |
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Kak budto rozy opadayut (Как будто розы опадают) |
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I umirayut solovyi (И умирают соловьи.) |
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No i ona pechal'na tozhe (Но и она печальна тоже,) |
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Mne prikazavshaya lyubov' (Мне приказавшая любовь,) |
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I pod yeyo atlasnoy kozhey (И под ее атласной кожей) |
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Bezhit otravlennaya krov' (Бежит отравленная кровь.) |