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Nov 2017
I just wanna be with you tonight
But all the trains have already burned down
And I'm frozen on the other side
The winter winds blow in my mind

My little house hid in the snow
There are a thousand bottles of ***
I will survive the apocalyptic show
What else to do I don’t know

I drink black tea with berries of loneliness
This is a stupid mystical rite
I look at the sky I'm blinded by emptiness
But in the heart there is still light

I just wanna be with you tonight
But all the trains have already burned down
And I'm frozen on the other side
The winter winds blow in my mind
Serg Gromoff
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Serg Gromoff  Moscow
(Moscow)   
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