I would like you to look out the window, When I'm going away from your house We are in conflict with our wisdom You see the north but not see the south I do not want to know all your secrets I want to know that you answer me We have found other people's tickets On the island, where we should be From the south wind blows our expectations Filled the hearts like wells to the brim The last train has long left the station Why do we not want to see him Why are we no longer trust themselves You're sitting across but not see: What to watch our dreams exactly twelve All you need to say: be with me... 27.04.2010г.
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