| And we walked hand in hand and the lights turned off:
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| At dawn at the hour of birds and scavengers
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| I don't promise you anything, you read these thoughts
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| Lines running in my eyes, like on a trolleybus scoreboard
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| Let's connect the zeros to the sign of infinity
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| Let's start undressing on the stairs
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| Dispelling particles of doubt
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| Yesterday we started dancing
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| The equalizer burned out, the night is tender
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| And in the rhythms of techno / house the outlines of the city were lost,
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| And we found ourselves in NEO
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| And then in "Sahara"
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| In "Pilot Zhao Da"
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| Even in the former "Crisis of the Genre"
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| Under the lounge in "Garage" on Polyanka
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| Wandered there like Polyan
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| DJ Jeff, play us!
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| I saw auras in the morning,
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| But there was no fume, you understand?
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| Here they try all the colors of the night
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| In the city where gods die alone
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| I didn't look closely, I seem to like it
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| In torn pantyhose moving from above
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| By fragments of beer bottles and broken hearts
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| We, not knowing the names, walked towards me
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| It's scary if you are alone ... (alone)
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| It's scarier if you're zero... (zero)
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| It's possible, if it's all the same ... (it's possible)
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| It's harder if love... (love)
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| Do you hear? |
| This night is tender
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| And tomorrow it won't hurt
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| But tomorrow you're alone again, (alone)
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| Or is it still zero? |
| (zero)
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| Didn't want to fall asleep alone
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| I didn't want to see the meaning in dreams
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| They will dream of another again
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| Don't sleep! |
| Don't sleep! |
| Do you hear?
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| In my heart full of sand
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| The sun will break into pieces
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| From pain or from happiness
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| Do not sleep! |
| Do not sleep! |
| Not now,
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| And we walked hand in hand, trees fell behind
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| The night melted like chocolate in your mouth
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| We went around all the clubs
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| your suede feet
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| Can you keep it apart or can't you?
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| What is this love? |
| True, nothing like this:
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| Honey instead of blood, bees instead of brains
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| Like Marilyn Monroe in my bathroom
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| And on the floor is a fucking dress from "Giovanni"
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| This simple action one and zero is ten
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| We are in a chain by ourselves, knots and loops were not tied
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| The days slowly crumbled. |
| We are not here
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| It's some kind of abstraction
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| Called you a taxi, you need to love so much
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| How to take and crush all the stones on the moon with your hands
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| Tomorrow there will be another
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| And we will light fires on otkhodniks
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| At the premiere at Luxor, she will unbutton her fly
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| Or in behe seven, where the engine has twelve cylinders
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| My dead iPhone will ring,
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| But the music is so loud, I'm sorry!
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| Atoms unglued bodies
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| Bass in the car, even the molecules were all oscillating
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| High beam headlights, carry at least somewhere,
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| But erasing the dust of our experiences...
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| It's scary if you are alone ... (alone)
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| It's scarier if you're zero... (zero)
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| It's possible, if it's all the same ... (it's possible)
|
| It's harder if love... (love)
|
| Do you hear? |
| This night is tender
|
| And tomorrow it won't hurt
|
| But tomorrow you're alone again, (alone)
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| Or is it still zero? |
| (zero) |