Without regrets again looking back, Without regrets I'm waiting for something. I see a transparency of the pure lake, Without regrets I hope for nothing. Without regrets in collecting the splinter I think many times about tomorrow. Without regrets I meet every winter, Without regrets I forget of my sorrow. Tomorrow new day will knock in my door. I open the windows without a fear. Without regrets I'm telling my story, Stretch me your palm and feel my sad tear... | 
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