Sitting on the river bank
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I somehow managed to get out here,
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How did not hold the hands of the city.
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Water circles on it,
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Threw a stone behind a stone.
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I would like to tell
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It's great to swing your feet in the water.
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Don't think about anything else
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Just make waves.
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Threw and slowly to the bottom,
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Lump of clay. |
And all the problems
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They sunk into the depths.
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How good it is sometimes not to feel guilty, in nothing
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It’s easier for me over my shoulder with every stone,
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Volga water gently heals the soul.
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I don't need anything but water
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Yes, between the teeth a trickle of smoke back and forth,
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Sometimes, yes, a handful of stones is needed.
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Together with them I immerse a part of my soul to the bottom.
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Then I touch it with a clean one, with my bare foot,
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And I'm different, I'm already smiling.
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When I see friends, I smile.
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When I inhale the smell of the fields, I smile.
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When I hold my beloved hands, I smile.
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When I hear the sound of music, I suddenly smile
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When I walk into the light, I smile.
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When I hold snow in my hands, I smile.
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When I fall in love, I smile.
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When I see my mother in a dream, I smile, I.
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There was a reason to laugh at everyone, albeit artificial,
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Many got through and only I did not feel it.
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Vomited and shivered with fun,
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Thanks, I don't need this greenery
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For the manifestation of dullness and neighing.
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I want it to be just right:
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The smile is not poisoned by flattery, lies, stupidity, ugliness,
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And in another way,
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With a smiling person, just like that.
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Spacious park. |
I sat on the edge of the curb
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I crumbled a loaf of bread on the asphalt.
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Threw, asked to accept gifts,
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And the doves flew.
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Alas, not trusting me on You they held on,
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From a distance trying.
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And I sat and just kept silent without moving.
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And here is one first, all the others after,
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Overcoming space, they took bread from their hands,
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I smiled.
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When I see friends, I smile.
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When I inhale the smell of the fields, I smile.
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When I hold my beloved hands, I smile.
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When I hear the sound of music, I suddenly smile
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When I walk into the light, I smile.
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When I hold snow in my hands, I smile.
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When I fall in love, I smile.
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When I see my mother in a dream, I smile, I.
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When I smile, I try to infect the audience,
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To put on music.
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I'm writhing and grimacing, waving my arms,
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To make you say: "This is cool E", I try.
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Or maybe in vain, maybe this is what gnaws at the soul,
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Sung, sung from the heart, not for the sake of a lie of profit.
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When pleasant moments are alive
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When in response to the pain of applause.
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The role is assigned to me, I draw images,
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A couple of them that make your hair stand on end.
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You have questions, I have answers
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Although the most necessary unfortunately no.
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I want to find him, one is enough for me,
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For my life, but with the help of it
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Turn the planet over, and until my days end,
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Sit by the river and smile.
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When I see friends, I smile.
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When I inhale the smell of the fields, I smile.
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When I hold my beloved hands, I smile.
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When I hear the sound of music, I suddenly smile
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When I walk into the light, I smile.
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When I hold snow in my hands, I smile.
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When I fall in love, I smile.
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When I see my mother in a dream, I smile, I.
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I'm smiling
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I'm smiling
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I'm smiling
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I'm smiling
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I'm smiling |