I will put on dark glasses, I will walk along the avenue, go to a familiar restaurant and sit at
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window
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Here in front of me is a noisy world and a girl to the client, gently says something through a sip
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guilt.
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Chorus:
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Hands in trousers, I hear the sounds of summer, hands in trousers, I will go out for a walk,
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Hands in trousers, skipped half a piece, hands in trousers, it's more fun to walk.
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And a musical volley will burst out, glasses will jump, and the rustle of dresses will intoxicate with deceit
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strange phrases.
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And she will slowly come out in furs from the dark hall, will pass between the idle vanity in
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burning eyes.
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Chorus:
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Hands in trousers, I hear the sounds of summer, hands in trousers, I will go out for a walk,
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Hands in trousers, skipped half a piece, hands in trousers, it's more fun to walk.
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May this night be long and morning not come, come with me, night whim,
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the door is already open.
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You pay with your youth, and I'm in love as if, don't believe me, my girl,
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and don't trust anyone.
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Chorus:
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Hands in trousers, I hear the sounds of summer, hands in trousers, I will go out for a walk,
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Hands in trousers, skipped half a piece, hands in trousers, it's more fun to walk.
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Hands in trousers, I hear the sounds of summer, hands in trousers, I will go out for a walk,
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Hands in trousers, skipped half a piece, hands in trousers, we will rest.
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Hands in trousers, hands, hands in trousers, hands... |