Day changes night, and the years grow,
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All the girlfriends have amorous affairs.
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And love somehow does not hurry to me,
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Everything passes by and does not knock.
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A hooligan escorted me home yesterday,
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And handsome Sasha read poetry to me,
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These guys are great, but what to decide
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Maybe ask a mirror.
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And when the mood is not at five,
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I take out the mirror again.
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This mirror will help
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The miracle mirror will tell you
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Let's be a little careful
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Who will it point to?
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Without any goodbye
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He will understand my desires,
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Everyone in the class will envy
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Those who did not understand us.
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Here is one hero, well, why not Cicero,
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And another athlete, champion,
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The third is just a genius, the future Einstein,
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And Dyusha the disc jockey is not bad at all.
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The guys are just super, my wave,
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Yes, and I'm beautiful, am I not smart.
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And the miracle mirror echoes me in response -
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You are beautiful, no doubt.
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And when the mood is not at five,
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I take out the mirror again.
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This mirror will help
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The miracle mirror will tell you
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Let's be a little careful
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Who will it point to?
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Without any goodbye
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He will understand my desires,
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Everyone in the class will envy
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Those who did not understand us.
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This mirror will help
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The miracle mirror will tell you
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Let's be a little careful
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Who will it point to?
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Without any goodbye
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He will understand my desires,
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Everyone in the class will envy
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Those who did not understand us.
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This mirror will help
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The miracle mirror will tell you
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Let's be a little careful
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Who will it point to?
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Without any goodbye
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He will understand my desires,
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Everyone in the class will envy
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Those who did not understand us. |