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Let's take a walk along the Yuawa
On the slope of the fallen leaves
On a fox's back
Because there is no solution
Because there is no beauty
My smile
My smile
Overflowing with malice
The poem of betrayal
I whisper it many times
Counting the trees on the road
The sand of the people
The tears interfere
The sand of the people
Counting the trees on the road
Counting the trees on the road
I can't count them
Cry
The words of passion
Oh, cry
Cry in a modern dress
My favorite
My favorite
Cry
For you
Mascara and nail clippers
Manicure and sighs
Toy pistol
Tied to the handbag
Tweezers,


My life
It's my life
For your life
May I follow you With you
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