It's just that the stars don't go out,
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You will come, but it will be too late
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We won't meet again, I'm sorry.
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This day and evening is summer,
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You and me, our last ball,
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Everything is gone, forgotten, don't be sad.
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Apparently we have grown up
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In the carnival of summer days.
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Chorus:
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My dear Kostya,
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My dear Kostya,
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I loved you so much, believe me.
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My dear Kostya,
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Love is passing
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You don't have to blame yourself for anything.
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I will break the lines of sadness,
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I don't put dots in letters,
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It's easy for me to come back and go.
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Maybe it's not too late
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Open the door and shout:
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"Kostya, don't be sad!"
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There is a stupid moon in the sky,
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She separated us.
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Chorus:
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My dear Kostya,
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My dear Kostya,
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I loved you so much, believe me.
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My dear Kostya,
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Love is passing
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You don't have to blame yourself for anything.
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My dear Kostya,
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My dear Kostya,
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I loved you so much, believe me.
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My dear Kostya,
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Love is passing
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You don't have to blame yourself for anything.
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losing
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There is a stupid moon in the sky,
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She separated us.
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Chorus:
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Kostya,
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My dear Kostya,
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I loved you so much, believe me.
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My dear Kostya,
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Love is passing
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You don't have to blame yourself for anything.
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My dear Kostya,
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My Kostya,
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I loved you so much, believe me.
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My dear Kostya,
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Love is passing
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You don't have to blame yourself for anything.
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My dear Kostya,
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My Kostya,
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I loved you so much, believe me.
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My dear Kostya,
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Love is passing
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You don't have to blame yourself for anything. |