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The tracks are covered this winter evening…

You told me – it’s not love, these meetings of ours.

My head is spinning, what is this?

I don’t want to find words, I believe in something else.

Somewhere,

Sometime,

To be born again!

My head will spin,

I’ll soar like a free bird!

I’m free from shackles!

The taste of love is not needed!

To soar like a bird among dreams,

Love makes everything worse!

Who invented this love?

I want to get drunk!

I’m free from shackles,

I’ll soar like a free bird!