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pereplyvesh cyu nich, perezyvesh
shche pryimach pokirno plache
i zirky yak pomaranchi marno osvitljuyut dim, de tebe vze nema
pereplutani veny
lihtari v dalekyh mistah bez tebe
odynoki anteny pomyrayut u nebesah
kohana
nichnym slaidamy u holovi
tvoyi povernennya vichne tivi
vsi marshruty vze vidomi
kozna rich v moyemu domi maye kolir ljubovi i tila tvoho
Nebezpechnu i tryvalu cyu dorohu do vokzalu
mozesh zvychaino zdolaty yakshcho ty sama