I dream of a city that doesn't exist
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There's my bike on the balcony of the house
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And on the asphalt the imprint of my sneakers
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And someone's heart burns at night at the lighthouse
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My city is bisected by a milky river
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If you're so tired - just two sips
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And you will never wake up - your face is limp
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The elephant of alleys hugged me with his trunk in a ring
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And all wishes will come true if you made a wish
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Your dreams that you have accumulated over the years
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Don't set an alarm, don't make friends
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Don't get a dog, don't get kids
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And now I'm the sultan of courtyards, padishah entrances
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Satan in striped pants obeys me
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I forgive all fallen women, having treated halva
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Then the convoy woke me up with a blow on the head
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And this city, like a mother, is waiting for me
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And this hunger gnaws at me, I'm like a rogue
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That still does not die and begs for lunch
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That you will not pay until the end of years
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We are sitting on the sea, a sea of tears, swim, once you have arrived
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After all, people cry, cry, they are not laughing here
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Only Eagle, Taurus and Leo can console
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And Angel, if from the will we will be driven by heat
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If only I dreamed of the city again
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The town that does not exist
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If only I dreamed of the city again
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The town that does not exist
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If only I dreamed of the city again
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The town that does not exist
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If only I dreamed of the city again
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The town that does not exist
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If only I dreamed of the city again
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If only I dreamed of the city again
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If only I dreamed of the city again
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If only I dreamed of the city again |