| Oh, where are you ladies of the demimonde
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| Hope yes Catherine?
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| I while away until dawn
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| Night by the extinct fireplace.
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| Oh, where are you, trains and veils
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| So cleverly hiding eyes
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| That anyway the hussars were called
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| On crazy windy nights.
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| Along the Neglinnaya, along the Neglinnaya
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| I would now dash famously,
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| Yes with my beloved, yes with my beloved
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| Meet behind the outpost.
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| I would like today at dawn
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| To come to her again with a confession,
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| I would dispel my longing
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| Along the Neglinnaya, along the Neglinnaya.
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| Couples hurried to a noisy ball,
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| The old house shone with lights,
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| And the tired coachman drove
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| Dashing troika along Neglinnaya.
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| And someone's eyes intoxicated
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| All night long cornet in love
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| Ah, where are you, trains and veils?
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| Ah, where are you, ladies of the demimonde?
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| Desired lips touched lips
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| Hand, trembling, extinguished the candles,
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| And fox fur coats covered
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| Shivering shoulders in the sleigh.
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| And flooded someone's troubles
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| Expensive wines in glasses
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| Oh, where are you, ladies of the half world,
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| Hope yes Catherine? |