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Why do you want to know when he leaves ?
Why do you want to know what he's singing ?
Why do you want to know what he knows ?
Why do you want to know whom he loved ?
Why do you know what he asked ?
Why do you want to know what he is silent ?

Cry about it until it's alive .
Love it for what it is.
Cry about it until it's alive .
Love it for what it is.

On a child's drawing house with a chimney .
Fidel Michael waving .
We can not get used to living without war.
In a joint space flight Exchange ,
Night crowd - the procession .
She already sees herself as a widow .

Cry about it until it's alive .
Love it for what it is.
Cry about it until it's alive .
Love it for what it is.

You have to have a few words to him ,
you to him even , perhaps , love.
You're waiting for the moment to give him everything .
Cold marble , your flowers .
All falls down , and in his throat .
These wrinkles so spoil your face.

Cry about it until it's alive .
Love it for what it is.
Cry about it until it's alive .
Love it for what it is.

Quiet morning , the city was able ,
Spring green , encephalitis .
Well there , where we do not have with you .
Canister with a beer , and water here ?
Artificial protein
And the people here .
Today will die tomorrow say - a poet.

Cry about it until it's alive .
Love it for what it is.
Cry about it until it's alive .
Love it for what it is.