All things againThe birches are dropping their leaves I'm not sorry for themAspens are dropping sorrow and that is not a big thingDaws are going to walk over scared fields,Like me, they are going to search for something in this worldI know that the leaves will flew up to winterThat sorrow will spend days here on fieldsAnd hope, like the snow,will fly with the snow on the free roadsall this things, all this things are happening againall this things, all this things are beginning againall this things, all this things are happening againall this things are beginning againdont be sorry for leaves, it is over,sorrow is higher than freedom, but who can guesssnow will fall down,to search, like I do, for the love on the roadClouds and clouds will fly just above meWinds will whip my face from the sidesLet me to get those clouds with hands,Let me to give away my heart with this love
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All things againThe birches are dropping their leaves I'm not sorry for themAspens are dropping sorrow and that is not a big thingDaws are going to walk over scared fields,Like me, they are going to search for something in this worldI know that the leaves will flew up to winterThat sorrow will spend days here on fieldsAnd hope, like the snow,will fly with the snow on the free roadsall this things, all this things are happening againall this things, all this things are beginning againall this things, all this things are happening againall this things are beginning againdont be sorry for leaves, it is over,sorrow is higher than freedom, but who can guesssnow will fall down,to search, like I do, for the love on the roadClouds and clouds will fly just above meWinds will whip my face from the sidesLet me to get those clouds with hands,Let me to give away my heart with this love
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