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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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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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. |