Women's hands are a man's strength,
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Blood, calluses of difficult roads.
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Life is crying, starving without love,
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Everyone is looking for their corner.
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A woman's share is a man's will.
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There are hundreds of worries behind love.
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Women's feelings are beating, and giving birth to life,
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They check the horoscope with the moon.
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Women's feelings are beating, and giving birth to life,
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They check the horoscope with the moon.
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Chorus:
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Moscow time, days without sunset.
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Feelings are looking for their twins.
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I will go around all the houses in the lanes of the Arbat,
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Where drunken years will remember love;
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Where drunken years will remember love.
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Female jealousy is male bitterness.
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Watching silent movies at night.
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People walk around the house yawning,
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Opening the face for a while.
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The tenderness of a woman is the passion of a man.
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You don't blame tears.
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Our women love wild flowers.
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And at night love is by chance.
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Our women love wild flowers.
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And at night love is by chance.
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Chorus:
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Moscow time, days without sunset.
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Feelings are looking for their twins.
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I will go around all the houses in the lanes of the Arbat,
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Where drunken years will remember love;
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Where drunken years will remember love.
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Women's lips are men's dreams.
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Eagerly looking for their twins.
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Two halves of relatives walk,
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Suffering, asking for love.
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Fidelity of a woman is a joy of a man.
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Feelings are different, passion is not sinful.
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People cry and cry, forgiving offenses,
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They do not see the end of happiness.
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Chorus:
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Moscow time, days without sunset.
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Feelings are looking for their twins.
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I will go around all the houses in the lanes of the Arbat,
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Where drunken years will remember love;
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Where drunken years will remember love.
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Moscow time, days without sunset.
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Feelings are looking for their twins.
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I will go around all the houses in the lanes of the Arbat,
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Where drunken years will remember love;
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Where drunken years will remember love. |