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Something will work out.

Something will work out.

Starry summer, be with me!

Our whole life is like a ball of hypocrisy,
Where everyone is happy, just don't believe us,
None of us, none of us!
Here, betrayal is more often than trust,
Whatever diamonds, then jewelry.
Happiness for show,
happiness for show.

In St. Petersburg today, thunderstorm,
On eyelashes froze tear.
You, my dear native people,
Parted as if forever,
Parted as if forever,
The soul silently falling snow,
You my calls no longer wait -
In St. Petersburg today rain.

Under the rough-the thunder, the lightning is bloody scarlet
You think about what you said insomnia,
Sit and cry in the dark, as if the girl small,
Under the booming thunder that the window was breaking unbidden.
You think that rains on the planet is not eternal
Again the moon from good weather a little drunk
And the storm outside, as a phenomenon so fleeting,
You believe - all again, as always begins anew.

You don't listen to that rain of me whispers deceptive,
And don't believe if Grom knows something about us indecent.
It is only the echo of the storm receding, lazy and bland
And the storm outside - just an old spinster duplicitous.
You don't trust the clouds in the sky flying from the North,
Don't look out the window at a frightening glitter of electricity,
You do not believe in the dark the scent of sweet clover,
You feel me burning in a moment of loneliness.

Something to change the life of the wheel
And to the fate to give up a counter strip?
But every highway has not melted the ice
And me to you still carries.

As in hundreds of times, again winter came
I love the ice throne rose
And froze so there is no more strength
About love me why did you asked?
Circling silently, quietly circling the storm
Quietly circling our last snow
How to decide me in this weather
How to decide to escape.

I understand you're trying
Who you really are,
Who you really are -
Iceberg or people.

And you're so cold as an iceberg in the ocean,
And all your sorrow under the black water.

And I'm talking about everything with you forget
And I'm in love, like the sea, thrown.