The kitchen is empty, no one is left
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Everyone dispersed, but they didn’t say where
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Signed off, maybe just tired of contractions -
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Let it all gather dust behind the scenes
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The life of a musician: the noise of the station, a smoky vestibule
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Black case in the orchestra pit
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Piano notes, wet city, cold stones
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Gold temples, puddles of splashes of neon drops
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Fashionable dresses, rags of emigrants
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Flashing lights are flashing - someone has finished playing again
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"Peter is beautiful even if his pockets are empty" -
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I remember I brought it out somewhere in the front door clumsily
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Since then, November has fanned the flames in me many times
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Ladies leave scars to remember
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With a quick gait on dead leaves -
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We have to do so much before it gets warmer
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Ready or not, here I come
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You can't hide
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It's like I carved you out of the ice of the Neva
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I asked, baby, now just don't hide
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Withered the flowers that threw under the feet
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It's a cold and vile world
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Man, we were all children
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Wanted to take risks, find ways, wanted to love
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Threads of fate - desert caravans
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Through the mirages through the dotted map
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Waiting for the tide, sticking for hours over the rhyme
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Or wandering aimlessly in the downpour
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Sky with white snow
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Covers the ground
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So that the seed into the stem, the green bud into the fruit
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And so a million times
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We all pay the price
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Everyone in their own time
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It's unavoidable
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Accept change with dignity, get high
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Sky with white snow
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Covers the ground
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So that the seed into the stem, the green bud into the fruit
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And so a million times
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We all pay the price
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Everyone in their own time
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It's unavoidable
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Accept change with dignity, get high
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Someone came and started spinning again
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The fuss that I missed
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Hot tea, talk about the world
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Laughter until the morning, where all the salt is in the little things
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Sadness for the brothers that were not counted
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Who did you start with? |
Get up, next round!
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I beat automatically, the wounds are still healing for years
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Let's try to snatch what I clench my teeth!
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The streets broke the truth into quotes
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Bullets catch and fly like gypsies in the morning
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I remember sigali from the second lesson, playing
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Life overtakes when you strain with money at home
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Past the glass showcases I carry a stone
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My wealth is sealed in a foreigner
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I do not collect Olympic, Ice and nearby
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Seeing bands die like mongrels
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I wag my tail, outfits, garlands
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Lush balls, these views are a different reality
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He is still breathing, let's go to advertising
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At the end of the broadcast, the highlight of the program is to turn off the power
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Sky with white snow
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Covers the ground
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So that the seed into the stem, the green bud into the fruit
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And so a million times
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We all pay the price
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Everyone in their own time
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It's unavoidable
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Accept change with dignity, get high
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Sky with white snow
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Covers the ground
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So that the seed into the stem, the green bud into the fruit
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And so a million times
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We all pay the price
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Everyone in their own time
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It's unavoidable
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Accept change with dignity, get high |