No problems and no life
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Air is not breathable.
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For yesterday all the songs were sung
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And everything was drunk not in vain.
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The cloudy look of the shaggy moon,
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Sending us signs from the window.
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Who is against revelations,
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Muse and soul will ask!
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I tore my throat, and songs flowed, for you my soul
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You got so drunk with your muse and went to sleep quietly,
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And in the morning who we are, where we are, trembling in the hearts from excitement,
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The strings are in tatters, just like the nerves are just a whisper on the lips!
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Chorus:
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Kama Sutra is resting, this night is not for her,
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God rocks our cradle and we have our own cinema!
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LAY LA, LAY LA, LAY LA, LA!!!
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LAY LA, LAY LA, LAY LA, LA!!!
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LAY LA, LAY LA, LAY LA, LA!!!
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Sleeping, wagon and dreams are walking,
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In the head under the sound of wheels.
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On the contrary, you fall asleep
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I don't sleep like a faithful dog.
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Darkness covers us
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Hands will not find a place.
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Pour quietly from below
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And they sing for you and me!!!
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LAY LA, LAY LA, LAY LA, LA!!!
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LAY LA, LAY LA, LAY LA, LA!!!
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LAY LA, LAY LA, LAY LA, LA!!!
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Chorus:
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Kama Sutra is resting, this night is not for her,
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God rocks our cradle and we have our own cinema!
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And we have our own cinema!
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And everyone has their own movie! |