Chorus:
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Tell me how many days will disappear without a trace;
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How many days will the ashes scatter in the wind?
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And I need to think about it so much
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To the sound of noise that beckons to the concrete jungle.
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How many days will disappear without a trace;
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How many days will the ashes scatter in the wind?
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And I need to think about it so much
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To the sound of noise that beckons to the concrete jungle.
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You light the stars or stupidly burn time;
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Are you a musician in real life or are you falling past the keys?
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What will you say if you have only one phrase;
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Will you ask only for yourself or for everyone at once?
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Braza! |
This currency will not depreciate,
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The muse before me will undress when
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The night will come - it will lie on a leaf and say,
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That I am her chosen one; |
We will dance our best dance.
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I want the full movie, not a teaser.
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Notes of whim, but you are an actress from God.
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Again under the water, to the sand at the bottom.
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Draw a parallel, who is the old lion?
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Role board without kings only a couple of days.
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And we, still loudly silent.
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We have a hundred reasons why we silently scream.
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It seems that early Seryozha became too old.
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I am asking these questions again.
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Chorus:
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Tell me how many days will disappear without a trace;
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How many days will the ashes scatter in the wind?
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And I need to think about it so much
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To the sound of noise that beckons to the concrete jungle.
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How many days will disappear without a trace;
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How many days will the ashes scatter in the wind?
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And I need to think about it so much
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To the sound of noise that beckons to the concrete jungle.
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As if it were a huge anthill - people are running about.
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A stream of passing advertisements, floating like a river.
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Read books, filling the inner temple.
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Opposite the guy, and he has already given up sharply in the morning.
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Time pedals, I smile in the face of problems.
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Instantly to the depth! |
I am Captain Nemo.
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Step to the left of laziness. |
Yes, faith is my coach;
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The Emblem in the form of a lion warmed for a while.
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And as luck would have it, there is always a lack of sand in the clock.
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But never back down - your star will shine!
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Longing again clamps in a vise.
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But the spark does not fade, and he continues to search
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This exit, among the familiar quarters,
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Concrete balconies, frames of steel giants.
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Tons of metal, groans of flashing lights - an ambulance flies to call.
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Again you drown in these sounds. |
It's midnight in the city.
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Chorus:
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Tell me how many days will disappear without a trace;
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How many days will the ashes scatter in the wind?
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And I need to think about it so much
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To the sound of noise that beckons to the concrete jungle.
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How many days will disappear without a trace;
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How many days will the ashes scatter in the wind?
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And I need to think about it so much
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To the sound of noise that beckons to the concrete jungle. |