| Siberia.
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...Soul is full of images of nature...
Some times it's like a mirror in my eyes...
You'll mix so many colors in a future:
When I come back to you, I'll be surprised.
I'll stand by river Ob,
I'll be so happy...to see the real picture of your soul.
I'll smile because of feeling home...but lonely:
You don't remember me at all.
I'm sorry; I was so selfish about leaving you alone.
I didn't share my deep feelings with you for so-so long.
I had no friends but
I remembered just to imagine my sweet home
And understand that I am not lonely:
That what I thought sometime ago!
By looking at you forests,
I'll keep a memory inside
About your blue bushes and
A little swampy riverside.
...Soul is full of images of nature...
Some times it's like a mirror in my eyes...
You'll mix so many colors in a future:
When I come back to you, I'll be surprised.
I'll stand by river Ob,
I'll be so happy...to see the real picture of your soul.
I'll smile because of feeling home...but lonely:
You don't remember me at all.
I'm sorry; I was so selfish about leaving you alone.
I didn't share my deep feelings with you for so-so long.
I had no friends but
I remembered just to imagine my sweet home
And understand that I am not lonely:
That what I thought sometime ago!
By looking at you forests,
I'll keep a memory inside
About your blue bushes and
A little swampy riverside.
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