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Shvetski
There`s sunrise
       In misted window I look
       I see your eyes

There`s music
       I look the phone in my hand
I wating
       What I want
       Your voice
       It`s music

This feeling
       I`m afraid
       I hope
You can to know me
       And believe
       Believe me

       my hope
       my rise
       My M***