It's my birthday again and there will be two plates on my table
Even though I know this time you won't come
I just want as a gift to turn the calendar back
So that these years pass backwards
I would turn a year younger and when blowing, I would light
The candles you put on the cake
After winter will come autumn, after September will come August
And tomorrow will be a bit more like yesterday

What do I want words for if I no longer sing to you
What do I want my lips for if I lost your kisses
I don't want my springs if your violets don't grow
From today I will grow until I was born

We would go back to the happiest day of our life
And again it would be the first time
To my eyes would return every fallen tear
On the urgent paper telegram
The news would tell that the bullets returned
To those weapons that aimed to kill
The voices that dissented would come back to life
And with them a bit more freedom

What do I want words for if I no longer sing to you
What do I want my lips for if I lost your kisses
I don't want my springs if your violets don't grow
From today I will grow until I was born
And what do I want the air for if your breath is not here
What do I want my hands for if they don't touch you
I don't want my springs if your violets don't grow
From today I will grow until I was born
I will grow until I was born, from today, I will grow until I was born
From today, I will grow until I was born

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