The pine tree -

He's lying there alone, under the lively pine tree
my heart is in danger of crumbling.
Years are passing by, and he  
He's lying there alone - under the lively pine tree
absence that is deeper then the open sea
it's written on my face like a shiny bling
He's lying there alone. Under the lively pine tree,
my heart  is in danger of crumbling.

The End

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