A year comes, a year goes,
It all ends sometime...
And don't slow down the shooter,
Let something turns out,
And something there is no, and let, and let,
A year comes and goes...
Life is joy or sadness,
A snowstorm that dances.
The year has come-there is nothing to guess,
Just let him hug,
And those hugs can't be separated,
Let love never end!
Let love never end!
© Copyright: Аркадий Ильич Князев, 2020
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