| You are sitting by the window, remembering the summer.
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| And a dark blue trolleybus runs around Moscow.
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| You open a magazine, flip through the pages,
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| I know these eyes, I will dream for a long time.
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| Chorus:
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| On the cover of the magazine is a photograph of the sea,
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| There, in the blue expanse, only you were missing.
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| On the cover of the magazine of the island where I have not been,
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| Even the whole sky without you will not be enough, not enough
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| On the cover of a magazine.
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| Traffic lights will flash brightly for you,
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| And frost will draw patterns on the glass.
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| You will straighten your scarf and get off at Manezhnaya,
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| To come again, to disappear again.
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| Chorus:
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| On the cover of the magazine is a photograph of the sea,
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| There, in the blue expanse, only you were missing.
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| On the cover of the magazine of the island where I have not been,
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| Even the whole sky without you will not be enough, not enough
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| On the cover of a magazine.
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| losing
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| On the cover of the magazine is a photograph of the sea,
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| There, in the blue expanse, only you were missing.
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| On the cover of the magazine is a photograph of the sea,
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| There, in the blue expanse, only you were missing.
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| On the cover of the magazine of the island where I have not been,
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| Even the whole sky without you will not be enough, not enough
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| On the cover of a magazine. |