| I was an exemplary boy in childhood,
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| I did well in all subjects,
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| Solve crazy problems
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| And understood everything as it should be.
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| I read the right books
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| As an exemplary pioneer
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| The teachers loved me
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| And they gave everyone an example.
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| Well, how did they all feel bad,
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| And the head teacher just fell ill,
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| When I picked up the guitar
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| And he began to spit in rock style.
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| Read the wrong books
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| I became secret in the evenings,
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| It's fun to jump in discotheques
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| And visit the temple on Easter.
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| "Well, what happened, what is it,
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| Satan moved into the guy "- Yes, -
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| Teachers shouted in chorus
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| And the head teacher was crying at the window.
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| He was such a good boy
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| He played the violin,
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| Solve crazy problems
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| And understood everything as it should be.
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| But they didn't understand
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| What I could immediately understand
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| On a painted guitar
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| Playing forbidden rock
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| Reading books are not like that
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| Secretly from everyone in the evenings,
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| Dashingly jumping at discos
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| And visiting God's temple.
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| When the sun rises over the world
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| And the dawn awakens
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| I watch nature
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| And only in it I look for the answer.
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| I go my own way
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| And, like a flag, I hold on to a thought,
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| That there is no wiser teacher
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| Than our own life.
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| When the stars light up in the night sky,
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| Memory as an uninvited guest enters my house,
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| Quietly enter, light the candles,
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| Turn on the music and start a conversation.
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| At this moment, your eyes come to life,
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| In them, as before, a tear involuntarily lurks,
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| They look with hope, they look with love,
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| Here I am again with you and without you...
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| Etc.:
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| I will invite you to dance Memory,
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| And we'll spin around together,
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| And with us, with us
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| The old house will rejuvenate.
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| Well, when the candles go out
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| And outside the window the dawn will sigh,
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| Will say: See you soon! |
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| I'm quiet Memory will go away.
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| When the stars light up in the night sky,
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| Memory as an uninvited guest enters my house,
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| Dates are spinning, candles are burning,
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| In the baguette frame, your gaze comes to life again.
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| This goes on every, every night
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| You are far away from me and cannot help,
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| You are so eager to find your happiness with another,
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| You are far from me and unhappy with him.
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| Etc.
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| I will invite you to dance Memory |