You started late or left early
Someone plays the flute brilliantly.
With this past, tear a tough thread…
Never regret what had happened.
Or about what can’t happen anymore
If only the lake of your soul would not be muddy
Yes, hopes, like birds, flew in the soul.
Never, ever regret anything
You started late or left early
Someone plays the flute brilliantly.
But after all, he takes songs from your soul…
Never, ever regret anything
No lost days, no burnt love.
Let the other one play the flute brilliantly,
But you listened even more brilliantly…
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