I will eat pale toadstools so as not to wake up,
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So that tomorrow, on a bright day, they will not return to the disorder.
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My girl is crying, my kitten is not sleeping
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All the plums rotted, and the soul...
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Chorus:
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And there are no more stupid and ridiculous words,
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That love is to blame, just love,
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One hundred words again about love, seven notes,
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Love sings.
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And there are no more stupid and ridiculous words,
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That love is to blame, just love,
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One hundred words again about love, seven notes,
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Love sings.
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General Highway Moscow is my childhood,
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Five years of ecstasy, I don't want to look in the mirror,
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Where I used to be at home, today I'm away,
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Instead of an album, PE is in the news.
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Chorus:
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And there are no more stupid and ridiculous words,
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That love is to blame, just love,
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One hundred words again about love, seven notes,
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Love sings.
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And there are no more stupid and ridiculous words,
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That love is to blame, just love,
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One hundred words again about love, seven notes,
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Love sings.
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We are like a cat and a dog, we laugh, then we fight.
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Listen, stop crying, don't get on my nerves.
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I'm a year older, that's the payback.
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Baby, that's enough. |
Everything, the problem is hushed up.
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Stop these tantrums, I beg you!
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Am I right or not, but I will forgive everything!
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One river, two banks - me and you.
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Tell me, how much can you discuss my life?
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After all, I'm drowning in your eyes, that's what matters!
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And how can I prove it? |
Quench thirst…
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Forgive me for every harsh word, for a new reason.
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In the fire of disputes without you, I freeze.
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I'm ready to send this world to hell,
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Forget all your friends, don't answer calls.
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And it's not love that's to blame, but we, understand
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I won't last even a moment... Don't leave...
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And there are no more stupid and ridiculous words,
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That Love is to blame, just Love.
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Again about Love seven notes,
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Love sings.
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And there are no more stupid and ridiculous words,
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That Love is to blame, just Love.
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Again about Love seven notes,
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Love sings.
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I somehow feel uncomfortable, the light hurts my eyes.
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Yes, and the night is blinding from the words that are thrown in the wake.
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Who will answer me why from any call
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I am trembling, hysterical.
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And I do not sleep, I write something again, erasing until morning
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And my notebook keeps every line about you,
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And I can't see anymore, and I don't want to lose
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You are my most powerful poison and the brilliance of that January.
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As the dawn illuminates the mountains of Asia,
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How to suppress a powder charge
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You say and look like that, and I
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In your hands is a toy with a black tear
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From the batteries of the player dead from the songs of summer
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And it is unlikely that somewhere you will ever forgive for words
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Which I kept only for you, but did not say
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Then only after a while in a fucking song
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Where it is not Love that is to blame, but the fact that we are not together.
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And there are no more stupid and ridiculous words,
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That Love is to blame, just Love.
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Again about Love seven notes,
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Love sings.
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And there are no more stupid and ridiculous words,
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That Love is to blame, just Love.
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Again about Love seven notes,
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Love sings. |