Touching marble shoulders
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I keep in my soul the remnants of a miracle,
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I've been a nobody for so long
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That I will soon forget myself
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And tears on the lips with dew
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Transparent, though slightly salty,
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Where are those Ivanushka and Alena,
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Who were you and I in fairy tales?
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Where is the gray wolf - sworn enemy?
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Where is the sly fox Alice?
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We silently watch TV
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And we think that everything is wrong,
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That everything is not like in those parts,
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Where the hearth still does not go out,
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We beat evil spirits to smithereens -
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Now we're arguing in the kitchen
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By screws! |
My dear, funny and stupid
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At the threshold of the native home forever say goodbye,
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Everything is wrong - and from edge to edge sheer boredom,
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But we will meet soon, as soon as we manage to part...
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I knew you from "a" to "I",
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In dashing days, old nights,
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You are now like not mine,
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You are also somewhere between the lines,
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They were silent, they sang, they spoke,
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To the sound of blades, to the whistle of whips,
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Where is that Jesus, where is that Mary,
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What despised the executioners?
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Where is Sivka-Burka jumping briskly?
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Where are the fabulous monsters tread?
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You cry softly every night
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And I smoke, looking at the stars...
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By screws! |
My dear, funny and stupid
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At the threshold of the native home forever say goodbye,
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Everything is wrong - and from edge to edge sheer boredom,
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But we will meet again as soon as we manage to part...
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One of the future nights
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I wake up in an open field
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Oh yes, I'm currently a nobody
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There is a roam where at will,
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Drinking to your heart's content of living water,
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Forget weakness and hangover
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Hey Nastenka, I'm your Emelya,
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I'm going after you
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Kashchei the Deathless will die again
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And we will deal with Babka Yagoa,
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And a terrible goblin by the swamps
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Let him wait for me in ambush,
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A star rolls across the sky
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The night owl screeched...
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Yes, you just need sometimes
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All stories start over...
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By screws! |
My dear, funny and stupid
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At the threshold of the native home forever say goodbye,
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Everything is wrong - and from edge to edge sheer boredom,
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But we will meet again as soon as we manage to part... |