I changed the wording a little bit in both stanzas to better follow the song's tempo. still too far from a good flow, but better than it was before, I think
I am leaving, close the door (Tsoy) Draft 2
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They always say they cannot take a chance
Because they have a home, soft and gentle light of a night lamp.
And I cannot tell who is right who is wrong,
The rain waits for me outside; the dinner waits them at home.
But I am leaving, close the door...
But I am leaving, close the door....
And if you get bored with your soft bed pillows and light,
There is enough rain for us all, enough place outside.
Look in the mirror and look at the clock on the wall,
And listen - our song on the street echoes into your soul.
But I am leaving, close the door...
But I am leaving, close the door....
But I am leaving, close the door...
But I am leaving, close the door....
I am leaving, close the door (Tsoy) Draft 2
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They always say they cannot take a chance
Because they have a home, soft and gentle light of a night lamp.
And I cannot tell who is right who is wrong,
The rain waits for me outside; the dinner waits them at home.
But I am leaving, close the door...
But I am leaving, close the door....
And if you get bored with your soft bed pillows and light,
There is enough rain for us all, enough place outside.
Look in the mirror and look at the clock on the wall,
And listen - our song on the street echoes into your soul.
But I am leaving, close the door...
But I am leaving, close the door....
But I am leaving, close the door...
But I am leaving, close the door....
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