My five days in Vienna...
My body, my skin,
My blood and my heart and I...
I would like to return that time

But it's a tragedy of my life –
Always this endless distance between us
And sometimes I lose myself control
And I'm falling, falling, falling...
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Pleasure of my soul
Sounds of my heart
Tremble of my hands, my heart
And all of my memories

I’m falling like hard drops of spring rain
And sometimes it is stunning, 
It’s a part of a crazy game
City, where you’re breathless now
Without me...
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