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«I raise my glass for you»

And I kiss gently at any distance,

I dream that our story will last,

And I melt in eternal and languid expectation.

«Do not let go to the ground to take a step…»

Hold my hand and take me to the clouds right away

And I rush to the sky, I’m breathing a little,

Nothing will stop us, only a gentle sunset.

«Lips lips touch for a second…»

And in this world nothing more is needed

I remember you every minute

After all, you have become my own for a long time.

«I love to tears and I will be eternal happiness…»

Through the string of time and the chiming clock,

I hear your voice… looking for you everywhere,

I clink glasses through the cities and the universe…