The dead of night slowly puts the cover…

The dead of night slowly puts the cover.
Winter roaring snow dampens lights.

yesterday high, handsome, White went to the window,
And you face lit, dream incensed.

One, I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you, you.
In black wall - your profile, apartment and laughter.

And I live, I live, I live - with doubts about you.
come, come, Come - distressed soul.

Torch to the snow, lifted to the sky
My soul, - you, you, you, incensed.

I called three times - and three times to the window
Tall, handsome, White - and laughed at me.

One - I'm waiting for, I'm waiting for you, You - one.

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