Themes from the past...
I didn't touch your shoulder with my lips
I didn't feel wind flowers from your hair...
But you're alive in rainy castles of my dreams...
And I'm gonna come this time when you appear...
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My Gypsy Way is a shadow... without you,
My soul looks like "still life", its picture scribbled...
Please, run away from 'moody silent blue,'
I need you by my side to make my being idyllic...
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Rose petals fly down when comes the fall
It was such a sad and beautiful thing to see...
But some flowers were still alive up to the last
Small bits of sweetness, bringing the past to me.
