Nikita Spiridonov - A window sill | Текст песни

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i adore when it's raining, when a storm is going
i won't live without water and clouds that are soaring
i can't stand the burning sun from the earth's hot places
i would never lived in countries where is black men's faces

i'd have minded to leave for a certain sea, no matter
but i'll feel myself like a fish out of water
i'll have missed sills of mine where i could staring at
could allow a little leeway for some sills where i've sat?

Some sills where i've sat, where could i sit at?
Some sills where i've sat, where could i sit at?

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