I remember my ideal well.
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I lived my dreams like a king.
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Seven in the morning - this is the night for me,
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I did not want to work, I wandered around.
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But I was locked up to a can.
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For that, I was usually locked up.
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I used to eat beer and bread in pubs,
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That was how my day passed while sewing the blues.
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Only at night to the club «Puls»
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Jamsession until morning, where blues reigned supreme
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It has already passed, this atmosphere, this looseness.
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Great people won't come back
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They won't come back anymore!
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But something from those years remains in me,
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My little, intimate, musical world.
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When I remember this time by,
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I know one thing it didn't go into the woods.
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I would give a lot to experience it again -
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A time machine - it would be a miracle!
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I still have faith, fate will change
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Someone will stick the flower in the barrel again
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Only at night to the club «Puls»
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Jamsession until morning, where blues reigned supreme
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It's already gone, these times, this backlash.
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Great people won't come back
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They won't come back anymore! |
Not!
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Only at night to the club «Puls»
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Jamsession until morning, where blues reigned supreme
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It's already gone, these times, this backlash.
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Great people won't come back
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They won't come back anymore! |
Not! |