From that side of mirror glass (BG) The last rain – already almost no rain; Look how simple in it to find peace. And if believe in what tomorrow will be a new day, Then entirely easily. Ah, if only has not ended this night; It seems to me, my home already not a home. Look how to them easily – they play in their life On wall behind the glass. It seems to me, I recognize myself In that boy who reads verses; He squeezed arrows by hand so that not ended this
night, And blood flows from the hand. But it seems that this is just a game From that side of mirror glass; And here is daybreak, but we have not lost anything: Today the same day that was yesterday.
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