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On the decline of the bullet fell.
Missed. Where are they miserable!
From human malice - black storm
Buried under a stack of love.

Where entwined hands tightly
Master blued steel
Where all the running water treated,
There shortness of breath.

There clogged sparrow heart
There eyes sparkled current
There's nowhere to go from the light,
In the wrong hands, I will melt the wax.

Wake me in the snow,
Give me December,
Sweetheart.
Bring me the sunset,
Caressing you call
Name.

Because of the curtains looked sun
And crawling on the walls of the square,
Penetrates into the darkness of the wells,
Raises crushed stalks.

Where water is lavishing stone
Watered a black soil.
Where so sweet in his arms fall
Sensitive hands, almost no friends.

Where wind burnt shoulders,
Where dew burns on his wrists,
I run naked along the river,
Catching barefoot happiness.

Wake me in the snow,
Give me December,
Sweetheart.
Bring me the sunset,
Caressing you call
Name.