The yellow shadow falls on trees.
Outside is minus ten degrees…
I’m sitting home and drinking tea.
I went away – please, take your fee.
Your soul is center of this planet,
You are the king – is it your merit?
This place is full of life's mistakes,
The lying rivers, coldest lakes.
And people's hearts are all in freeze…
They try to live, they try to breathe…
Why should I care?
I'm loosing grip!
I can’t not touch your flaming lip…
I must help you in any case…
And you'll remember my kind face.
Open your beautiful eyes,
I'll sing you a cheerful song.
Wave me from bridge twice.
We'll be together…
I know, I'm not wrong!
The yellow shadow falls on trees...
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