The river flowed under the asphalt
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And I sang either tenor or alto,
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And you seemed familiar to me
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And in an instant the heart was attached to the heart
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I walked along unfamiliar boulevards
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Janitor street wide chalk
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Then she laughed, then she was silent, she sang something softly
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Me and "The Woman Who Sings"
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Chorus:
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Jackdaws, birds, like people
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They see the sun on a dish
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It's a pity that I'm not a jackdaw
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We would fly everywhere
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Jackdaws are proud birds
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They can't cling to the flock
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It's a pity that I'm not a jackdaw
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We would fly everywhere
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Losing.
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Easy, high at ease I fly
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Either a dream, or I don’t seem to sleep
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How similar we are with you, look
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You see only two in the sky - like this
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You are to the west, I am to the north, nothing
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You are in Paris, I am in Marseille.
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We rarely see you
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Just see, there are two in the sky: me and "The Woman Who Sings"
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Lyrics of the song (lyrics) Kirkorov Philip - Galki
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found on site
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Chorus:
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Jackdaws, birds, like people
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They see the sun on a dish
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It's a pity that I'm not a jackdaw
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We would fly everywhere
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Jackdaws are proud birds
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They can't cling to the flock
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It's a pity that I'm not a jackdaw
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We would fly everywhere
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Losing.
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Chorus:
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Jackdaws, birds, like people
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They see the sun on a dish
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It's a pity that I'm not a jackdaw
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We would fly everywhere
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Jackdaws are proud birds
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They can't cling to the flock
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It's a pity that I'm not a jackdaw
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We would fly everywhere
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It's a pity that I'm not a jackdaw
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We would fly everywhere
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Damn, it's a pity that I'm not a jackdaw
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We would fly everywhere |