Another train, another rain, the same old feeling. Another land, another sky so high and blue. And in the night, so lone and gray, I see the ceiling… The empty ceiling, like my heart without you. But never mind, I’ll be away and I will never drop you a line from faraway and from my heart. I don’t know why you were so cruel? It wasn’t clever to break in two my love to you right from the start. Another world, another wind another window…. The same old shadows of the past are in the streets. Your smile is still before my eyes… And on my pillow I feel the same scent of your hair and honey lips. Москва 4 марта 2002 г. | 
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