This is my city
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One of those with whom bridges are not burned
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Once I saw so many obstacles
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I was sure that I would not be able to pass,
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But I had so many hopes for tomorrow
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Labor, goal for breakfast - a journey without intermission
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Without the help of people and without contracts
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I didn't try to find a fight without contact
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Because my thinking is outside the box so far
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Gone up irretrievably. |
I am not God -
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I can't give fate a command
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But He turned on the light in me and gave me a map
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I'm at the start again, as if I sat down at the desk
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I turn inside out for the city
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I'll show him the standard and the bar
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Repeat after me like you're repeating a mantra
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On the roofs of the evening streets
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Be yourself, dream with me
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I believe…
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You are my city, my city!
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My city - confrontation scene
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It's all the same, like traffic jams between us
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At the heights of the antenna, and I am woven from pain
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I not only can't, I don't want to change it
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You don't change the vector. |
Coordinates erased
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Specifically lost. |
They flew above all, but
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We are someone incompatible with the time "Techno"
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What did not leave a hectare free for the wind
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It's also easy to get lost for the two of us
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For them, bifurcating visibility -
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Truth and fiction rolled into one
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Let's continue to promise in our own way
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Together in ourselves. |
Will we find? |
No!
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But the ceiling is untested
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And in the rain we seem to be invisible
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Outcome is amazing...
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Dreams - yesterday I saw them again
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And I will go to the city slowly
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On the roofs of the evening streets
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Be yourself, dream with me
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I believe…
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You are my city, my city!
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love me always
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I learned to love life within your walls
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You and me - and this cannot be canceled, not stolen
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While you live in us
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On the roofs of the evening streets
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Be yourself, dream with me
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I believe…
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You are my city, my city! |