| I don't care if I perish in some Inta,
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| All the same, the immortals pleased me with happiness
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| At such a latitude and such a longitude,
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| That it cannot be found in any geography...
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| In this house near the lighthouse!..
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| Shutters do not knock in this house,
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| Do not stare in the corners of things,
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| They don't rave about empty glory,
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| Everything is true there, and everything is eternal!
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| In this house near the lighthouse!..
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| If my name is empty in the conversation
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| They will trample into the mud with indifferent zeal,
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| Come back to this house, come back to this house
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| Where you and I were awarded immortality...
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| In this house near the lighthouse!..
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| In this house, do not strum fashion,
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| Jazz does not rattle in this house,
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| But the sea comes to this house,
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| Not in a wave, but everything as it is, at once!
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| In this house near the lighthouse…
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| If time tells you with a note that
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| What, they say, you know, your friend was, they say, and "went out"!
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| Come back to this house, come back to this house.
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| I'm waiting for you there, do you hear?!
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| I'm waiting for you, do you hear?!
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| In this house near the lighthouse!
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| In this house, all hours are noon,
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| And the bad news is not black,
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| Wherever we are with you, remember!
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| In this house we are always together!
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| In this house near the lighthouse
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| If with joy the quiet party committee and local committee
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| Finally, they will inform about my burial,
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| Come back to this house, come back to this house!
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| Where is my salvation and my resurrection!
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| In this house by the lighthouse,
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| In this house all hours are noon,
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| And the bad news is not black,
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| Wherever we are with you, remember!
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| In this house we are always together!
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| In this house near the lighthouse!.. |