What do you see in the eyes of a tramp who stands on the platform
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He is over fifty years old, but in appearance, you might have given more
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He would like to leave but there is nowhere to go and that's the reason
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Why does the train see off, that gray-haired man
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He knows more than others how life breaks, I see it in my eyes
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There's a young boy inside, who believes in the truth
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He was born and raised in a country where everything is stable and smooth.
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He was born and raised in a country that has not been on the maps for a long time
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Perestroika built something wrong and there will be no other
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The 90s gave freedom in return for breaking many destinies
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What was saved in the common fund by the whole country as a result went into pockets
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Who managed to be grateful for the voucher, Chubais with Gaidar
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Everyone wanted to live like those who take life easily
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Everyone wanted to fly high throwing off poverty like a chain of fetters
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Someone drove for a long time to places where the window is closed with bars
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Who is not so lucky
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Somewhere high above the clouds
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Fate has a plan for each of us
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And then I'm burning not to help with tears
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After all, my country does not believe in tears
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He moved in in the late 90s, returned in the late 2000s
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Tired in appearance and that violent fuse has already blown to zero
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No family, no children, and the road has already reached forty
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We need to make a family, we need to make children, we need to make a coin
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He found a wife, they played a quiet, modest wedding
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A year later, children's laughter filled a small cozy bedroom
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He worked hard so that there was enough at home, but there was not enough
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Far from dream, close to crime
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Groundhog Day for a couple of years and when the topic loomed ahead
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He did not think to get off, he was already tired of thinking about eternal problems
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For a couple of years everything was fine, he would even say that it was excellent
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If one evening he had not been caught red-handed in a deal
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And today this sad man is standing, seeing off the cars
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His wife and daughter left, together they left his best years
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He would like to live this life differently, at least try
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He lived this life, but alas, he could not understand
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Somewhere high above the clouds
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Fate has a plan for each of us
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And then I'm burning not to help with tears
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After all, my country does not believe in tears |