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[Verse 1] In the alley where the lamp flickers, Where trams sleep until morning, You quietly squeeze my hand, And no more words are needed. You and I are like two strings in an orchestra, Every sound is our common motif. Even in the most unknown place, You are my rhythm, I am your flow. [Chorus] Step is a drum without notes, Where the soul sings one after another. If they ask: “Who are you to me?” — I will answer: “The light in the window.” We understand each other with half a word, With half a glance, with half a sleep. This music is the foundation, That is given to us forever. [Verse 2] Do you remember the rain tapping on the roofs, We laughed, arguing with the storm. You said: “No one will hear, If suddenly they are not themselves.” I was silent, but you understood everything, Like the double bass in the silence. Between us, there was no falseness, Only truth in the depths. [Bridge] Sometimes words are like an extra burden, We dance to the rhythm of silence. If you are tired — I will turn around, We are from the same string. [Chorus] Step is a drum without notes, Where the soul sings one after another. If they ask: “Who are you to me?” — I will answer: “The light in the window.” We understand each other with half a word, With half a glance, with half a sleep. This music is the foundation, That is given to us forever. [Outro] The saxophone fades away, The light in the window goes out. But our unison sounds In the silence...