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Mmm...

Mmm...

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh!

Hey!

The fog drifted slowly across the city. I haven't forgotten, woe from wit.

I haven't cooled down or lost that faith in the best.

The fog drifted slowly across the city. I haven't forgotten, woe from wit.

Somewhere a ray of light and a rainbow, there, behind the clouds.

It's like an express train, all seats taken.

And here—everyone separately flipped through their days.

Spring is gone, the wild youth—

Long, sleepless nights, a wild revelry all.

Outside the windows, somewhere, the sultry summer flickered.

The restless, faded light barely left a trace.

They handed out blankets, a chill blows, leaves swirl.

Slowly, out of town, the train rushes us.

You can already see the snow, and it seems like any moment...

You'll be cut down, like an overripe, overexposed fruit.

And your soul thrashes, thrashing in fear—where to run?

In the twilight of chilly nights, the air is oppressed by fog.

The blue sky is invisible, frozen, powerless.

Stumbling, she rushed about, whispering, "Forgive me."

And a ray of light broke through these clouds.

Just when reason had lost hope.

The fog drifted slowly across the city. I haven't forgotten, woe from wisdom.

I haven't cooled down or lost that faith in the best.

The fog drifted slowly across the city. I haven't forgotten, woe from wisdom.

Somewhere a ray of light and a rainbow, there, behind the clouds.

I walked through the park, stealthily glancing at my watch.

At first I was indignant, then I was seething, then tired, then I cooled down. You were late again, throwing "sorry" at my feet.

You justified yourself, but again, the arguments are empty.

I'm not even angry; it won't be like before—

Unbridled tenderness; no violence, no fury.

Our first snowdrops are gone without a trace.

It's a shame there's no stiletto fire and shame is unknown.

Dressed, brightly made up, almost brazenly so.

But I know, for the sake of stripping naked.

Warm during the day, cool at night—and so it is every time.

And you are true to yourself, as well as to your habit of being late.

I was ready to leave you at least eight times.

My incomprehensible, beloved autumn.

I stay, and let the caravan of birds fly south.

I stay, captivated by your thick fog.

The fog drifted slowly across the city. I haven't forgotten, woe from wisdom.

I haven't cooled down or lost that faith in the best.

Fog drifted slowly across the city. I haven't forgotten, woe from wisdom.

Somewhere, a ray of light and a rainbow, there, beyond the clouds.

Fog drifted slowly across the city. I haven't forgotten, woe from wisdom.

I haven't cooled down or lost that faith in the best.

Fog drifted slowly across the city. I haven't forgotten, woe from wisdom.

Somewhere, a ray of light and a rainbow, there, beyond the clouds.