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Jis viską sugebėjo...

Again, a new day begins,
Again, morning shines through the window like a floodlight
And the telephone doesn't ring, it's switched off
Again the sun isn't up in the sky,
Again in the fight, everyone's for himself
And it seems to me that the sun
Is no more than a dream...

On the window screen,
There's a fairy tale with an unhappy ending,
A strange fairy tale...

And the rain's battering down like machine gun fire,
And along the streets autumn comes,
And the wall of brick-like clouds is strong,
The trees were sick with a disease,
They were sick even in the spring,
And the leaves which waved to us from a height
Are flying down..

There, outside the window,
There's a fairy tale with an unhappy ending,
A strange fairy tale...

And then she (Death) will come,
And she'll say "Get ready, let's go",
Give your body to the earth...
But your body hadn't finished singing,
Your body hadn't been loved enough,
It's a strange thing...

There, outside the window,
There's a fairy tale with an unhappy ending,
A strange fairy tale...