In the phone, only greetings,
Birthdays and all holidays,
I remember writing all night,
I remember tearing my side from laughter

In the phone, only dreams,
Strange to look at our photos,
Someone died, someone took a new step,
Sweat quietly drips from red eyes

So I wait for Christmas, for the magical table,
To be able to write something to you again,
Hello,
Hello,
I glance at the calendar with hope that today,
You will write from somewhere, write to me,
Hello,
Hello.

In the phone, only memories,
Almost no traces of you left,
And a voice grows weaker in my head,
I know for sure that I'll leave this place

In the phone, notifications,
Bitter laughter of fate in the train,
Is there still that person in you,
Who wanted to give every year of their life?

So I wait for Christmas, for the magical table,
To be able to write something to you again,
Hello,
Hello,
I glance at the calendar with hope that today,
You will write from somewhere, write to me,
Hello,
Hello

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