Text: Mikhail Tanich
Music: Eduard Kolmanovsky
Who is mistaken, and who could be right, then
Different happiness Life is providing.
Freguently simple is complicated,
Black taken white, and white as black taken.
We are selected, we are selecting...
And this dilemma's so perplexing.
Like tiny shadow I try to follow,
I'm getting used for you're being hollow.
I'm getting used, and I'm glad to meet you!
You'd never mark, and I couldn't fit it!
You'd never know and never help me.
What was not joined, couldn't be packed then.
Happiness seems to be so hard thing,
May be far-sighted or near-sighted.
Freguently simple is complicated,
Black taken white, and white as black taken.
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