Live report: August 3rd, Afisha Picnic Festival Moscow

But I don't see
And I don't feel
But tightly hold up silently
My hands before my fading eyes
And in my eyes
Your smile

I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.

But I don't see
And I don't feel
But tightly hold up silently
My hands before my fading eyes
And in my eyes
Your smile

I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.

But I don't see
And I don't feel
But tightly hold up silently
My hands before my fading eyes
And in my eyes
Your smile

I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.

"Happy the Man, with the face that smiles".

But I don't see
And I don't feel
But tightly hold up silently
My hands before my fading eyes
And in my eyes
Your smile

I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.

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