The end is a stone which turns into sand The end is a spring which dies in the river The end's when you step on the edge of a grave And feel no pain, no shiver. The end's when you step on the edge of a grave And feel no pain, no shiver.
My life is a song which was given by her My love is a Song O'the Song My love is a violet color of dream That won't grow dull at the dawn. My love is a violet color of dream That won't grow dull at the dawn.
My love is a sand which turns into gold My love is a lively river My love is David's harp, raised from the dead To glorify her tears. My love is David's harp, raised from the dead To glorify her tears.
Lyrics by M. Smirnov
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