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Polina Gagarina - Show is over !
I want to remember the way the bed is rumpled, the way you're getting dressed there, in the darkness,
How you leave like a ghost, without saying good-bye.
We have finished writing our love story, only a couple of words are missing.
Sit with me, talk to me.
I want to remember the way the snow is falling, slower than snow usually falls.
The way the soul is wandering the room, naked.
Soon, the echo of a new day will begin, start it without me.
Don't wake me up, set me free.
The show is over, the lights are fading and there are no more omission points.
Stop the music, the show is over, happy end.
I will be the way you never wanted me to be, I'll do with other men that, which you were unable to.
I will cut the last string between us.
Drying off the teary eyes, I'm asking you, my ex -
Sit with me, talk to me!
The show is over, the lights are fading and there are no more omission points.
Stop the music, the show is over, happy end
6 years ago