The station of the native Ekb met with the sound of wheels,
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As for the first time I breathed in the winter frost.
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This platform has seen more kisses than the registry office,
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And more tears than any of us saw.
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Childhood will end when you yourself want.
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The fate of laborers was prophesied at school.
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We are 24, I don't know how to tie a tie,
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But I can laugh, I can fall in love.
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There is a will to forgive, to enjoy the little things.
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You cannot buy the health of your loved ones with bank accounts in Geneva.
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Heard stories about paradise, they say, and in huts,
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But does love really exist at all?
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Of course, there is something inside, somewhere under the ribs,
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What colitis is strong as if he had caught a bad trip.
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And if it happened at least once, then remember
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When spring chirps like birds in the chest.
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Chorus:
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This good old one, like a melody, lives inside of me.
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If life would start anew, I wouldn't change anything in it.
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This good old one, like a melody, lives inside of me.
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If life would start anew, I wouldn't change anything in it.
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Neighborhood girls grew up so fast
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Then they washed their knees in the behas of the new model.
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And we washed the soles of old sneakers...
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Where are we in a hurry? |
We know the value of time.
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With an incomprehensible buzz in incomprehensible huts,
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They hung in clubs from Friday to Sunday.
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Then Zidane played, and the Center did not fall apart,
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Inside it was spring without a winter accent.
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Then we could read texts to each other for hours,
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And now rap is stained with grandmas.
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The choice is huge, what do you turn in the radio,
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And there are so many rappers, as if they read the whole school.
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But, it will pass, soon she will let the children,
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They will find a new remedy for sadness.
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Well, for now - minor, dim light in the room,
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And the melody inside, like in the good old days...
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Chorus:
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This good old one, like a melody, lives inside of me.
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If life would start anew, I wouldn't change anything in it.
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This good old one, like a melody, lives inside of me.
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If life would start anew, I wouldn't change anything in it.
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This good old one, like a melody, lives inside of me.
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If life would start anew, I wouldn't change anything in it.
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This good old one, like a melody, lives inside of me.
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If life would start anew, I wouldn't change anything in it. |