Not far away
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Not across the sea, beyond the river,
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Somewhere nearby in the neighborhood, it seems.
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At the open window
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She waits in the evenings
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One of him in a huge city.
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Polina is waiting
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Polina is waiting for him,
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And around the cars fly past,
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Ah, what a man! |
Polina is waiting for him.
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Everyone knows that Polina is waiting for him.
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Maybe he's not so handsome
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But out of many men,
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What live on our quiet street
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He is also fabulously good with a bouquet of scarlet roses,
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And the whole street admires them.
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Polina is waiting
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Polina is waiting for him,
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And around the cars fly past,
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Ah, what a man! |
Polina is waiting for him.
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Everyone knows that Polina is waiting for him.
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He traveled to many countries
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He's been here and there
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And everywhere things, worries are different,
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But in the years there were days,
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Only they can't change
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That which is clear and understandable to everyone, that
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Polina is waiting
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Polina is waiting for him,
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And around the cars fly past,
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Ah, what a man! |
Polina is waiting for him.
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Everyone knows that Polina is waiting for him. |