You said that winter will pass,
The cold will recede ...
The sun will warm, melt the ice,
And spring will repeat!
We will manage everything, we will survive,
And the storms and all the winds.
You said, and the snow was spinning over us,
Melting on my wings.
I would like to believe again,
art of sweet lies!
Only my heart does not melt away
frozen in cold ice!
Where is such a hero?
Who will melt it at all?
Let it be light that
illuminates the way!
The sun in my soul!
You said...
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