| Crystal dreams of millions about tomorrow
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| Someday they will become a reality of this world.
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| But I can't wait that long, and in a vast country
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| There is a place for happiness, let it be a rented apartment.
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| Here is a removable sun and a piece of sky from the window,
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| Here time is yours, but, alas, the clock is rented.
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| And under this battle, life loves and the country gives birth,
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| Wishing permanent happiness, but hardly anything else.
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| And the time for happiness is now
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| And the place is right here
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| Where your lips and eyes are closer than the whole world.
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| There are hands and songs about us
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| Dreams, roads are all here
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| And pure honest happiness in rented apartments.
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| Crystal dreams of millions about tomorrow
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| They melt with the dawn, again a new day at four.
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| Crazy races, and in the evening again in silence
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| And to sweet happiness in your rented world.
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| Where every day I feel more and more sorry for the time of sleep,
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| I would have done more, lived longer, but the day has a limit.
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| And in the night of silence there is an important side -
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| I meet my favorite faces every morning.
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| And the time for happiness is now
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| And the place is right here
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| Where your lips and eyes are closer than the whole world.
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| There are hands and songs about us
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| Dreams, roads are all here
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| And pure honest happiness in rented apartments.
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| I will build you a wonderful house,
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| In it, I will read poems to you before going to bed.
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| I will change the gentle lyre for melodies,
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| Rented world, rented world.
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| And the time for happiness is now
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| And the place is right here
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| Where your lips and eyes are closer than the whole world.
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| There are hands and songs about us
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| Dreams, roads are all here
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| And pure honest happiness in rented apartments.
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| ... Songs about us,
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| Dreams, roads are all here
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| And pure honest happiness in rented apartments.
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| And pure drunken happiness in rented apartments. |