| Again the evils of the gray streets
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| I fly as if through the past
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| In his taxi.
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| Traffic lights, tires, headlights
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| Instead of eye glasses,
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| I'm like everyone else
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| Curses his mobile boss again,
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| Asking him where I am.
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| And here someone paints, spilled paint in the sky
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| And clouds, like ice-cream
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| If you want, eat to oblivion.
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| Celestial chandeliers
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| Light up the night, erasing makeup
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| At least for 7 seconds of life.
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| Coins will be changed every day,
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| Newspapers shout about the war
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| Bridges are burning there.
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| Children play next to me
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| Doctors of closed hearts,
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| Don't treat yourself!
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| I stood in the field and was silent
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| I didn't think for 7 seconds, I just knew.
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| That there is someone paint, spilled paint in the sky
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| And clouds, like ice-cream
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| If you want, eat to oblivion.
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| Celestial chandeliers
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| Light up the night, erasing makeup
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| At least for 7 seconds of life.
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| Gray color of the whole life of the bay,
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| But I have dreams where people without roofs learn from birds…
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| Go to spring.
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| Spring… Spring…
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| And here someone paints, spilled paint in the sky
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| And clouds, like ice-cream
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| If you want, eat to oblivion.
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| Celestial chandeliers
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| Light up the night, erasing makeup
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| At least for 7 seconds of life. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 7 секунд, artist - Gouache.