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The Flowers're Telling Me: Good-Bye

The flowers're telling me: Good-bye,
By lowering their buds to ground,
That I will never see around
Her face and fatherland of mine.
 
My love, there is no point to weep!
I saw them and I saw wet ground,
And I accept these deathly creeps
As sweet caress I've newly found.
 
I understood the rules of life,
When I passed by with smile conceited,
That's why I say without a strife,
That everything can be repeated.
 
It matters not - for someone'll come,
The one who's left won't die from sadness,
For the abandoned darling from
Your past, newcomer'll sing in madness.
 
And when my love with her new dear
In silence listens to his ballad,
Perhaps, she will remember me
As a unique and tender flower.
 
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