“Attention, dear passengers, due to the possibility
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Occurrence of emergencies
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We ask you to be vigilant and careful.”
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They came and compare with a whore
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You, who from every village
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Hem lousy on the threshold without sniffing
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As the sons of their relatives received them
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Placed in close quarters, but not offended
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Gave him a job according to his skills
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Forgiving meanness. |
Like, God sees everything
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Only at night did you sigh easily
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They were already writing telegrams at the door
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To their outskirts about hatred and dirt,
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And you endured, round-the-clock advertising
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As if, everyone loosely laughing
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And only in the windows of the old streets at sunrise
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Sometimes loneliness and pain will freeze
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It will pass, - you sighed, - after all, everything always passes,
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And I'm fine, what will happen to me, God is with you
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Chorus:
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But I used to be proud of Moscow
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And everywhere I repeated the words:
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One love, one country, one capital
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Holy mother, beautiful Moscow
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But I used to be proud of Moscow
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And everywhere I repeated the words:
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One love, one country, one capital
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Holy mother, beautiful Moscow
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They will stay here to live and for questions
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How do you live, they will spit under your feet
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And, watching the flight of cigarettes
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The table, they will say, is dirty and the bed is cold
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Gasoline is air here, uncomfortable, crowded
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Can't see the sky like tombstones at home
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Just give me free rein - we would immediately get out of here
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Not life, but a complex prison
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Chorus:
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But I used to be proud of Moscow
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And everywhere I repeated the words:
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One love, one country, one capital
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Holy mother, beautiful Moscow
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But I used to be proud of Moscow
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And everywhere I repeated the words:
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One love, one country, one capital
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Holy mother, beautiful Moscow
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But I used to be proud of Moscow
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And everywhere I repeated the words:
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One love, one country, one capital
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Holy mother, beautiful Moscow
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But I used to be proud of Moscow
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And everywhere I repeated the words:
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One love, one country, one capital
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Holy mother, beautiful Moscow |