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I see how sunset melts glass in my kitchen window Days, evenings, (and) nights go by, only the shadows stay I can’t make the bird of sorrow spread its black wings and take off Everything in the past fades to the shades of grey There’s a place where those are still alive Who once loved me. Sunrise is in their faces Countless rivers flow in endless seas None of which can take my sailboat home Darkness reconciles all, diamonds make peace with ashes An enemy or a friend – in the end it’s the same thing Two dim Suns in my sky glimmer in past and present Shrouded in endless smoke. Thick, black and bitter-sweet. There’s a place where those are still alive Who once loved me. Sunrise is in their faces Countless rivers flow in endless seas None of which can take my sailboat home The purple river, take me with you where you flow Take me away, the golden sunset, in your blaze The longing for the past spills over the
