I believe this is our year. |
All the dust was washed to the ground by rain
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We are waiting for permission to take off, Sheremetyevo, night
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Bouquet of flowers, tickets away from cold winds
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She will fall asleep, and I will write a few lines in a notebook
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Scatters of stars, a plaid of clouds and city lights
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Everything turns into words, on repeat the ring
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We need a pit stop, white sand, not ice and concrete
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Flocks of whales, waving their tails, genuine delight
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Memory will sew from these patches like a tailor
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A bright carpet of the color of a wave of wild fish overboard
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Warm surf refreshes the inside like repairs
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Time floats in a cascade of notes, sparks from fires
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Eternal minor, successive days, the sun argues with the moon
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Sometimes everything goes wrong and our flight is canceled
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The first symptom that life is a boring sitcom
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Pushes us to leave, cross the horizon
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Flashing in the sky with a wing
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Disappearing from radar against the backdrop of sunset
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Woo-woo-woo
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To put another flag on the map
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Life is moving on
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Come on baby, got five minutes to get ready
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Woo-woo-woo
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If together, it does not matter reserved seat or charter
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No time to explain, baby, pack your bags
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Maybe someday we'll come back, start all over again
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This section of the track is difficult, dangerous, like slalom on the rocks,
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But the feeling of joy does not let go
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Distant countries, jungle, Alps, path to the ocean
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Two weeks to drop anchor, live as savages
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Above us, billions of stars are like in a cinema
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You see, another one fell, you ask - I'll get it
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Palm trees whisper. |
Lips touching your neck
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Gently bite, goosebumps ran down my back
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Steep turn, the wind blows farther and farther
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Our canoe in the sea of thoughts and good sorrow,
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And behind the city, a social drama
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Avatar data loss, artificial intelligence
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Life slips away imperceptibly like a grain of sand through your fingers
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Let's spend together with the buzz what we have left
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Flashing in the sky with a wing
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Disappearing from radar against the backdrop of sunset
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Woo-woo-woo
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To put another flag on the map
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Life is moving on
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Come on baby, got five minutes to get ready
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Woo-woo-woo
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If together, it does not matter reserved seat or charter |