The heart is burning, soul is crying,
The reasons are so simple and sad.
And in the dreams there is no flying,
Only nightmares are instead.
Sometimes I feel me almost dying,
After this hard destroying break.
Inside of me the snow is lying,
And tears made a little lake.
May you be happy, independent,
Love and be loved while have that all.
But let your road become splendent,
And you will reach your own goal.
The heart is burning
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