“Waiting for a miracle… Miracle… Miracle…”
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"Enough fairy tales and children's stories"
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“Waiting for a miracle… Miracle… Miracle…”
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“And let it be childish excitement”
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“And let it be childish excitement”
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You have pink lenses - I'm blind
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Your jeans are torn - I have no legs
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You're still so young - I'm old
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Fifth zero nine, foliage in the yard
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And I see that, as usual, everything is not easy for you (not easy for you)
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Your brave prince didn't kill the dragon (dragon)
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Your carriage has turned into a pumpkin
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Every time the same thing - I can't get used to it
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How many tantrums and dramas have I seen?
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Doors flew for those who ran out forever
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To one day return to your special yard
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And there's no one else to be found
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Gray clouds don't care about us
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Nobody knows how to live, but we live
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A new hero sings under the window
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But I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago,
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And you do not believe how Moscow tears
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Enough fairy tales and children's stories
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You're right, maybe not worth the wait
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But I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago
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And let it be childish excitement
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I knew love, I remember pain, I saw the sea
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There are no illusions, there is hope, I do not argue
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I'm in overalls at the front door pitching a cigarette,
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And you again from home without a hat and in summer sneakers
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Forever sleepy pale zombie you go somewhere
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To come back sleepy in the evening
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Hours rush by, couriers and the twentieth of the day
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Yellow-green unit and keeps the house under siege
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They will soon surrender with giblets without a fight - dry
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Someone on duty unfriendly: “Which one are you in?”
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Under the windows, recognition on the pavement is empty
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Someone is up to his ears, and I wash it off
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Transparent white chalk will save only a case
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Any vulgarity on the walls is much tenacious
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And neither serifs nor love to the grave are eternal
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Only the storm of nine-point traffic jams will never subside
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Away from gray typical houses and heating mains
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Gray clouds don't care about us
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Gray clouds don't care about us
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Nobody knows how to live, but we live
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A new hero sings under the window
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But I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago,
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And you do not believe how Moscow tears
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Enough fairy tales and children's stories
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You're right, maybe not worth the wait
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But I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago
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And let it be childish excitement
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I knew love, I remember pain, I saw the sea
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There are no illusions, there is hope!
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gray clouds
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Don't care about us!
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gray clouds
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Don't care about us!
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Don't give a damn!
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But I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago,
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And you do not believe how Moscow tears
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Enough fairy tales and children's stories
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You're right, maybe not worth the wait
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But I'm waiting for a miracle, like twenty years ago
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And let it be childish excitement
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I knew love, I remember pain, I saw the sea
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There are no illusions, there is hope! |