| Don't listen to the deceptive rain whispering about me
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| And do not believe that the thunder knows something indecent about us
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| He is just an echo of a thunderstorm leaving lazily and insinuatingly,
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| And the storm outside the window is just a two-faced old maid
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| You do not believe the clouds in the sky flying from the north
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| Do not look out the window at the frightening brilliance of electricity
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| You do not believe in the darkness the scent of fragrant clover
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| You feel me in a burning moment of loneliness
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| Thunderstorm in Petersburg today
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| A tear froze on the eyelashes
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| You are my dear dear person
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| We part as if for a century
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| We part as if for a century
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| Snow falls quietly on the soul
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| You don't wait for my calls anymore
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| It's raining in Petersburg today
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| Under the scandalous thunder under the bloody scarlet lightning
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| You think about what insomnia told you
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| Sit and cry in the dark like a little girl
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| Under rolling thunder that breaks uninvited through the window
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| You think about the fact that the rains on the planet are not eternal
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| The moon will again be a little drunk due to good weather,
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| And the thunderstorm outside the window as a phenomenon so fleeting
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| You believe everything starts again as always
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| Thunderstorm in Petersburg today
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| A tear froze on the eyelashes
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| You are my dear dear person
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| We part as if for a century
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| We part as if for a century
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| Snow falls quietly on the soul
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| You don't wait for my calls anymore
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| It's raining in Petersburg today |