They overtake everywhere, it is impossible to hide from them.
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You can't hide from them on the islands,
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not in the most protected private estates.
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There is no salvation from them, it is impossible to be saved.
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For example, you decided not to drink today,
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Because she is waiting. |
She is waiting for you…
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But the banquet, did you manage to escape from the banquet,
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But you managed to drink some champagne
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And quite a lot of cognac.
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Good cognac, but a lot ...
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But you think I'm still full of strength...
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You jump into a taxi because it's waiting
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Close your eyes, and as soon as you close your eyes,
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Your taxi is overtaken by a squadron of helicopters
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And these helicopters take care of the city, and taxis, and you,
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And you understand that today you are no one
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And it won't wait anywhere...
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Helicopters…
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Helicopters will find you for sure. |
you don't stand a chance.
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Even on a good spring day you leave the house,
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To take a walk with friends, and you walk,
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And lilac, and smells, and warmth,
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And you drink beer everywhere, with friends,
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Then you have lunch somewhere and drink vodka,
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And then you walk again and drink beer again,
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And then you meet her, walk with her
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And you drink the same thing that she drinks,
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That is, something so sweet and sticky.
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And closer to midnight you bring her to her house,
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With the last movement, you take your jacket off her shoulders,
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And you go home singing something.
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You sit on a bench to smoke,
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But as soon as you leaned back on the bench
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And he blew smoke from his mouth, closing his eyes,
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Immediately, helicopters fly out from behind the lilac bushes,
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They sell lilac flowers with their screws,
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And your bench starts to twist
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out of the ground counterclockwise...
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Helicopters…
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Or you drank for a long time, argued with someone and drank again,
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And again he drank and argued,
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And then you return home, alone, you go home,
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And at home it's so wonderful, so fresh, summer,
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The curtain sways near the balcony door,
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And you think it's good that I didn't bring anyone with me,
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You think that you will take a shower tomorrow, you go to bed,
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Throwing your clothes right on the floor, throwing yourself into a fresh bed,
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And only the back of your head touches the cool pillow,
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how helicopters fly right in through the balcony door and through the window,
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You open your eyes, they disappear
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But it doesn't get better
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You can't keep your eyes open for long
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They close again and the helicopters retaliate
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And you understand that suffering awaits you in the morning,
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And loneliness in this suffering...
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Helicopters… |