Nostalgia for Taiga
You understand Nostalgia for Taiga
If you wake up among the stony giants
And you will try to interrupt invasion
Of loneliness which drive you out of mind
And you will carry burden of the sadness
You miss this world where life intense and deep
On crowded streets inside the city madness
Where grayish rain just drip on the concrete
Your soul was burned in scarlet flame of aspens
Your heart was drowned in sparkling river light
And all events become "before" or "after"
That turning point of your entire life
If you wake up among the stony giants
And you will try to interrupt invasion
Of loneliness which drive you out of mind
And you will carry burden of the sadness
You miss this world where life intense and deep
On crowded streets inside the city madness
Where grayish rain just drip on the concrete
Your soul was burned in scarlet flame of aspens
Your heart was drowned in sparkling river light
And all events become "before" or "after"
That turning point of your entire life
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