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)
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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) |