I'm waiting by the window,
Until the silver rays of the storm touch the blue sky
I'm sitting by the window,
And the clouds are floating,
And the sky is painted like night - black
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But you don't wave your hand, if the clouds are still swirling in the sky, the clouds are swirling,
You don't lower your eyes, everything will pass, I believe, the clouds are swirling
But your hands shake,
When the clouds roll,
When the receding shore,
Again in my palm,
Everything swims and swims
Through my sky
Those sad birds
And disappear in a dream.
Addendum.
I'm waiting by the window, by the caressing hands,
And the morning storm is again in my sky.
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