Let there be a discreet world outside the windows,
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Black and white striped days
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And it seems that only you
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One on one.
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Leave the habit of winding up for no reason,
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And revive the beacon of the soul
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Perhaps a cherished dream
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The ship is on the way.
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Let.
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I got up on the wrong foot in the morning,
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And outside the window is the province, not Moscow,
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Not like in dreams, and so be it,
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Just feel, drop the fear.
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It's time, free yourself from the shackles,
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If the soul is a river, then from the banks
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There's only one chance, it's all yours
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Live now, be yourself.
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Seems like dreams are far away
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Think, do not rush, the choice is yours, brother.
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Somewhere inside the rays shine
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And you do not extinguish them, there is so little light around.
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Where cities don't sleep
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They want to fly again in dreams
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And recognize the faces of passers-by.
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Let there be a discreet world outside the windows,
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Black and white striped days
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And it seems that only you
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One on one.
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Leave the habit of winding up for no reason,
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And revive the beacon of the soul
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Perhaps a cherished dream
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The ship is on the way.
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Let.
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In noisy houses the lights go out,
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I can't get drunk with vanity
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Do not confuse, drink the sky
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The hungry bird wants.
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I will gather my will into a fist,
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To be able to push
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From the edge of the day, and only in the sky
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Wake up like a comet.
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Only seven notes, but how many songs,
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Out of a hundred words - only one in the heart,
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This is love, a whole orchestra
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Let it sound to the whole world in your version.
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Don't wait for gifts from the sky, go
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After all, the right path is the one that he chose.
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Let unripe plans, schemes
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From dream to goal. |
You are brave, I believe.
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Let there be a discreet world outside the windows,
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Black and white striped days
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And it seems that only you
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One on one.
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Leave the habit of winding up for no reason,
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And revive the beacon of the soul
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Perhaps a cherished dream
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The ship is on the way.
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Let. |