| The domes of Moscow drowned in the blue night,
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| Outside the window, unshaven rain will touch the sleep of foliage,
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| I have a cassette, rewinding in a moment,
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| Throw heavenly bridges into the past.
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| Something distant, native chansonnier will sing,
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| And memory will dissolve into sadness under a glass of tea,
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| The film pulls, crumbling into the soul with notes,
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| Leads by memories.
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| Chorus:
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| Dassin plays, the old cassette player sings,
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| And tea "with an elephant", and let the whole world wait,
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| Dassin is playing, playing here, and I am there,
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| I share "Rhodopi" with Seryozhka in half.
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| Magnetized on a tape, this one on both sides,
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| Sixty minutes of everything, and the whole life is like a dream,
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| And swims stubbornly in a dream, but from afar,
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| Eternity aching baritone.
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| Chorus:
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| Dassin plays, the old cassette player sings,
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| And tea "with an elephant", and let the whole world wait,
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| Dassin is playing, playing here, and I am there,
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| I share "Rhodopi" with Seryozhka in half.
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| Dassin plays, the old cassette player sings,
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| And tea "with an elephant", and let the whole world wait,
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| Dassin is playing, playing here, and I am there,
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| I share "Rhodopi" with Seryozhka in half. |