| Peaceful sky over the fortress of Brest,
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| Happy faces in a cramped apartment,
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| Waltz, the political instructor invites the bride,
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| A brand new cube shines on buttonholes.
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| Chorus:
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| And outside the window, outside the window is the beauty of the new moon,
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| Weeping willows whisper with Bug.
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| Year forty-one, beginning of June,
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| Still alive, still alive, still alive
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| Everything, everything, everything.
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| Looks at Nevsky from the poster of the Cliffs,
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| The cinemas are showing Volga-Volga.
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| Again Kronstadt sees off the sailors,
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| Their training trip will not last long.
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| Chorus:
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| And behind the stern, behind the stern of the white night is reflection,
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| Gulls are circling over the Gulf of Finland.
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| Year forty-one, beginning of June,
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| Still alive, still alive, still alive
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| Everything, everything, everything.
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| Past the facade of the Bolshoi Theatre,
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| Rushing to rest, ringing trams,
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| In tenth grades, exams are tomorrow,
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| The eternal flame at the Kremlin does not burn...
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| Chorus:
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| Everything is ahead, everything is yet, everything is the day before,
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| Twenty sunrises left happy.
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| Year forty-one, beginning of June,
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| Still alive, still alive, still alive
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| Everything, everything, everything.
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| The pre-war waltz reminded me of many things,
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| Waltz resurrected our dear faces,
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| With whom the front road brought us together,
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| With whom we had to part forever.
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| Chorus:
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| Years have passed, and again outside the window is a quiet evening,
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| Friends look from portraits silently,
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| In our memory today and forever
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| They are all alive, they are all alive, they are all alive
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| Everything, everything, everything. |