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After Quarreling

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When I quarrel with you, my loved,

All stars in the sky die away one by one.

Somewhere the moon hides.

All around, it becomes so gloomy,

that hope is not visible.

When I quarrel with you,

A wind is crying that «tomorrow» will not be more,

But will be only «yesterday».

The world is deaf,

and malicious cold

can steal our love very easily.

When we quarrel, my loved,

for me is only continuous night,

without morning and without day.

Birds do not sing any more,

only crows cry to all, that my love has died.

When we quarrel, my dear,

I have none of my thoughts

and in general, I almost do not live.

I lose myself in main fight with myself,

when I quarrel with you, my loved.

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