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On the lips all the stronger felt the bitterness of separation
And it does not warm the wine, because my soul is chilled ...
The heart wants to escape, but the frozen hands cannot
Throw off the crushing shell, which is welded from hundreds of roads.
As if you are in a casemate, where the walls are a mass of space,
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And it does not warm the wine, because my soul is chilled ...
The heart wants to escape, but the frozen hands cannot
Throw off the crushing shell, which is welded from hundreds of roads.
As if you are in a casemate, where the walls are a mass of space,
Read more →