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"Paper heart"

(music by V. Dyachkov, poems by V. Dyachkov, I. Shavrov)

At an hour when the night spilled around,

In the kitchen at the table, I write a letter.

And now my usual circle is open.

The lines are even, waiting for the soon.

Your friend.

When you finish your letter

You will wait for the sunset and go to look

My pier has a paper boat.

The lines spread. In the wind, like a sheet,

I catch your airplane.

Chorus:

Paper heart

So asks to warm up

Only close to bring

The lighter does not need -

Fire as a barrier

Will never let me cool

And inadvertently

Maybe the edges are scorched.

It is completely easy

Call it impossible

What is difficult to change,

But like a paper heart

We have nowhere to go.

I did not know what could be so easy

Through the abyss, the wind is the white sheet.

He will fall ashore not far

Where are the empty rocks I let you go

On the waves my boat ...

Chorus.

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