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Three lines

I don't know how it happened
But life is like clear paper again
She stains canvas by paints
Her caprice is red-and-yellow
Night will turn everything out
And will leave pain for future
As if we have warm weekend
 
Jeans are cut, the summer
Three lines on the plimsolls
Warm raining...
You are the best again
And we will manage without
the dacha, mother and tickets
 
Go to familiar front door
Go up on the 8th floor
Look how sun eats
This world, it isn't our anymore
September will come soon
It will send password in SMS
It will wear you in new love.
 
Jeans are cut, the summer
Three lines on the plimsolls
Warm raining...
You are the best again
And we will manage without
the dacha, mother and tickets
 
Some words can kill you
But if you love you have to live
Some words can kill you
But if you love you have to live
 
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