Somewhere far away lives the summer ..
Somewhere ships are sailing in the desert ..
We do not see any of this.
Our winter comes, I'm sorry ...
Somewhere there are people ..
And they are experiencing feelings.
And they look sadly
In fact we do not feel ..
Somewhere I can understand ..
Somewhere I can even feel ..
And why it is so difficult
To be here somewhere in the middle.
Somebody understand other people's actions ..
Somewhere even worry
And suffering from feelings of flour ..
But do not melt. Extinguished already sounds.
I regret to have to report
With winter in the heart .. And hardly passing shadows
Something terrible could do for me ..
They are just shadows ...
Coming, as the snow is no printout.
I think even in the palm no life line ..
Somewhere there are people ..
Somewhere sailing ships of the desert ...
Somewhere far away lives the summer
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