| Both white roses and red
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| Broken off in the park for a long time,
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| You and I were very different
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| Do you remember, once in the spring
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| Sat with you on the bench -
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| The whole orphanage envied us -
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| I crumpled the blotter, nibbled on the insert,
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| And you kept talking about him.
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| Reckless, reckless, reckless,
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| The road separated us from fate, -
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| Now I draw my own destiny -
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| Performer of popular phonograms.
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| Reckless, reckless, reckless,
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| I realized that ten classes is a lot,
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| Forgive me that I left the ninth
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| To yellow leaves, to yellow leaves.
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| You kiss with another in Luzhniki,
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| Where I sing under the "plywood"
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| And maybe you still worry
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| Hearing suddenly my song
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| Simple, uncomplicated, gentle,
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| About our great love -
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| She, like a boundless element,
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| I was carried away with you.
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| Maybe someday we'll meet
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| Dreams come true in life -
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| After all, everyone who is sad and happy,
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| They bring flowers to the stage.
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| And I will hug you dear -
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| Let everyone see us together
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| Will beat with furious force
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| "Plywood" my heart.
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| Only musicians will understand my music,
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| Only musicians will understand my music.
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| Inadequate… Touchy… |