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Иванова Ада
I’m leaving to return
I’m leaving to feel arm on my pulse
I always hope it will go on
But our fight no longer lasts
Remember, how it was
We’re younger and more reckless
You are very bellicose
You give me love with rhythms
Now you’re not sound
You swallow everything that happens
You make a smile, expelling me out
You don't give us more chances

I’m coming back to you again
I want you feel my beat in a pulse
Please, sing me, take me, claim
Because all this couldn’t  be a false