Chorus:
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We will have everything like Kitano*,
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It's not worth waiting for simple happiness, it's not necessary,
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Everything will be strange, spontaneous, no plans
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And romantic meetings at the fountains.
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The whiskey is finished, and at the bottom of the glass
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Fancy glare, as from the screen,
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And all the answers about the most important thing,
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But it's too early to die.
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Losing.
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And Moscow again, the same bar,
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But we are somewhere far away together on the ocean,
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And the wind strokes the stones,
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And I myself don’t remember what is more dear to me: you or what?!
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The same, damn it, Hamlet! |
And we, like these stones,
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Among the crowd, they are left to their own devices.
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It's funny, and the bartender is already calling security,
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The yakuze is on its way, and you will be my talisman.
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Such long plans, such silent plans
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There are so many unspoken words, unlived days in dried flowers
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And again this bar, and he is next to her,
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Then guards with wrung hands from the doors
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And in a series of nights, caught like a trap,
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We will have everything, like Kitano.
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Chorus:
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We will have everything, like Kitano,
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It's not worth waiting for simple happiness, it's not necessary,
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Everything will be strange, spontaneous, no plans
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And romantic meetings at the fountains.
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The whiskey is finished, and at the bottom of the glass
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Fancy glare, as from the screen,
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And all the answers about the most important thing,
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But it's too early to die.
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But it's too early to die.
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Not here and not now!
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We will have everything, like Kitano.
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Which time, after seeing you with a look,
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I surrounded myself with ###dmi and tobacco poison,
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Coordinates later through your girlfriends
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Now the maps don't lie, and I know the route.
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Endless teki shoes (?),
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Damn vicious circle
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"Stop! |
Taken!” |
- say it out loud
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If you can, realizing what is dearer to you.
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Chorus:
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We will have everything, like Kitano,
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It's not worth waiting for simple happiness, it's not necessary,
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Everything will be strange, spontaneous, no plans
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And romantic meetings at the fountains.
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The whiskey is finished, and at the bottom of the glass
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Fancy glare, as from the screen,
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And all the answers about the most important thing,
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But it's too early to die.
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And we are with you, like the heroes of Kitano,
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But it's too early to die.
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Reception, reception to all shores.
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But it's too early to die.
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Not here and not now!
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We will have everything, like Kitano. |