As it is good, when nobody cries.
As it is good, when nobody says lies.
And you in the sky to fly,
When anybody never died.
But there is one problem - I see,
As again misfortunes run to me.
I have told: "stop!", but all of them run
From it the consolation is only one:
We will pretend that nobody cries,
Let's pretend that nobody says lies.
We pretend to be that we fly
And that nobody died
We will pretend мы сделаем вид
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