Rita's hands caught moths in the evening
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Her feet so captivated reckless fools,
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But the fool is icy, purely on her own wave
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Her name means pearl, everyone knows her name
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Rita's fingers caress the piano sounds
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Suitors spend hoping for nirvana
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She feeds the canaries and eats poetry
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Her photo on Instagram - likes, likes, without subsiding
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It is very difficult for Rita, she does not understand her friends
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They only discuss who has a richer friend
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And in her mind, Arthur is the one with whom Cupid was
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The guy conquers space, he conquered Ritin's mind
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From dusk to dawn she looks at the moon
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Waiting for signs from the sky, maybe Arthur is there now
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Replaces summer, autumn, swan visible wedge
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Children replace adults, but Arthur is irreplaceable
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There are two planets between them (What's up with the beloved, God?)
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Rita is waiting for answers (But no one will help her)
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Only in Arthur's arms did she feel life
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The place where they flew up was overgrown with grass
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Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita
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Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita
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Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita
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Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita
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Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita
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Rita, Rita
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(There are two planets between them)
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What about the beloved, God?
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(Rita is waiting for answers)
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But no one will help her
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Only in Arthur's arms did she feel life
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The place where they flew up was overgrown with grass
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The shore of the water surface, the wind strokes Rita
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Forget about the wedding, the butterfly sat on the dress
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Rita has a storm in her heart, why should she live without Arthur
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Mercury is not dear to her, because, perhaps, he died there
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Butterfly flutters (ooh)
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Rita remembers (woo)
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How Arthur gave flowers in early May of that spring
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And as his mother prayed up, save and save,
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But didn't save... Didn't save...
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Only she keeps him, but does not bury his face
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Rita faithfully hopes for the best and waits,
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But if you look ahead, then the best does not wait for her
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If souls suddenly migrate after death
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Who is my Arthur, my love? |
- Rita is toiling a lot
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She thought about it sitting on the other side,
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But she never noticed who fluttered around her
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(Arthur, Arthur, Arthur...)
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Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita
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Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita
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Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita
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Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita
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Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita
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Rita, Rita
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Rita…
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Rita…
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Rita, Rita, Rita
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Rita, Rita, Rita
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Rita, Rita, Rita
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Rita, Rita, Rita, Rita
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Rita, Rita, Rita |