| Someday, meeting me in the most deserted place
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| There, under my ribs, we love each other to the blood
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| Like in a smoky stairwell... (inside everything is like in a smoky stairwell...)
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| Just right now, the ship can't hit the water
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| Prostitute - fate does not give us a reason
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| So we will get tired, they will pick up analogues for us
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| Just not now, just not now...
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| And Harlequin will continue to love your laughter
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| Tomorrow we will release fireworks in the ceiling
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| Damn ropes and eternal quarantine!
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| Whatever they do, the puppeteer will forgive us everything
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| Sad Harlequin will continue to love your laughter
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| Tomorrow we will release fireworks in the ceiling
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| Damn ropes and eternal quarantine!
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| Whatever they do, the puppeteer will forgive us everything
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| He will forgive us everything
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| The curtain fell on the envy of the neighbors
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| There the actors played without knowing the text
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| Ten threads were woven into a warm blanket
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| Realizing that in the end they will lose interest
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| The nameless one is pulling towards her... All-in!
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| The middle one wants to tear everything up and sew himself into his pocket
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| Forefinger blames her for all worldly sins
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| They are drawn by a scribbled pencil
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| And we are just a red bundle of someone's hand
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| Hardening wax monolith
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| We will die as an example for others
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| Cheerful you and sad, sad, sad ... (peace)
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| And Harlequin will continue to love your laughter
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| Tomorrow we will release fireworks in the ceiling
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| Damn ropes and eternal quarantine!
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| Whatever they do, the puppeteer will forgive us everything
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| Sad Harlequin will continue to love your laughter
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| Tomorrow we will release fireworks in the ceiling
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| Damn ropes and eternal quarantine!
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| No matter what they do, the puppeteer will forgive us everything. |
| (forgive us everything) |