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To move on (BG)
 
To move on,
To move on,
How terrible to move on,
Built the house, in the house is getting crowded,
On the street the wet snow.
The wind and the moon, flowers apricot –
What a tart sweetness;
The wind and the moon, all the time one and the same;
I want to take a step.
 
Born in herbs, slain by the sword,
We think it's important.
And someone laughs, looking from that side –
Yes, it's a master of illusions.
Simple words, their strange ties –
What failsafe method!
And I write songs all the time ones and the same:
I want to take a step.
 
Sometimes it's strange,
Sometimes it's more than I;
It scarcely I can say,
How it compels me,
Asks me
 
To move on,
To move on,
How terrible to move on.
But I still remember this place,
When here was not populous.
I leave these flowers
For those who will appear after;
Give God you peace of mind
While you don't want
Make a step…


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