It's forever, ultramarine sun
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Again turned to the west
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The soul cries and laughs
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And again reminds the smell
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My incredible summer
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Your luxurious lipstick...
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Four nights, by carriages,
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And you and I don't need a bedroom
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To spite the unlucky spouse
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Your coins fell loudly into the palms of the coachman
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Again - this is a performance without an intermission
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And every stone on the boulevard was in time with us
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Without spending the morning on prayer and a corset
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You were the most effective in this city!
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Two white horses crowned our passion
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So high it's impossible not to fall
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It's not a dream! |
It's not reality
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Emerald adorns the dress
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Bolted door like a snake
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You will fall asleep on my wrists!
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Oh-oh! |
On my wrists!
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Oh-oh! |
On my wrists!
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The carriage fills the cold
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The city will disappear from the windows, we are sailing
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I will definitely get out, but you will leave forever by the water
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Fragment of a white patchwork scarf
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We opened the floors with our bodies
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We violated the borders with a kiss
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We forgot about the presence of the cross,
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But they remembered when they fell off the bridge
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One got out on the shore, forgetting about the pain
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I wipe the blood from my face with river grass
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Water flows down on wheel fragments
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With a distant echo I hear voices on the road
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This is my touch to the dream!
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This is my inseparable seal
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I touched this queen in poverty
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And they stopped noticing my poverty
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It's not a dream! |
It's not real -
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Emerald adorns the dress
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Bolted door like a snake
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You will fall asleep on my...
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It's not a dream! |
It's not reality
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Emerald adorns the dress
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Bolted door like a snake
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You will fall asleep on my wrists!
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Oh-oh! |
On my wrists!
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Oh-oh! |
On my wrists! |