When night falls on the ground, I still hear your voice, feel your scent, I see your eyes and your smile. This is a wonderful feeling for which I am prepared to give everything.
But opening my eyes a moment, I only see Moscow at night, hear the sound of machines that never stop and boldly move toward your dream. I want them ...

I want to be unconscious. The colder the outside I seem, the stronger the feelings seethe inside me ... and every day I more and more difficult to conceal them..
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