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I'm on tiptoe with you near
I dance under a peeking look
And I ask you not to break off
Strings of my soul

I'll be acquainted with you quietly
I will not be one-eyed dashing
My hair smelled of fir
You smell me

Without me, you will not get any worse
Without me there will be no terrible cold
Without me puddles do not freeze
But without you how to live

I'm not seeing you here for the first time.
I already almost hate you
I'm trying to get you a little closer
For one sip

I dream of you with a secret
I'm not with those around you flock
I'm dancing without a voice
Only for one flower

Without me, you will not get any worse
Without me there will be no terrible cold
Without me puddles do not freeze
But without you how to live

I'll be black today
I'm not the same today as before
The dance of the demon is much sweeter
To me on this strange day

I will involuntarily throw up my hands
I can not stand the separation anymore
You will learn how to survive sounds
What's flying on the water

Without me, you will not get any worse
Without me there will be no terrible cold
Without me puddles do not freeze
But without you how to live

I'm ... so cramped in silence
My heart throbs in spring
I take care of my soul

I ... without remoteness I'm yours
Believe in warm regions
Falling ... swans ...

I'm on tiptoe with you next door ..