What a warm winter
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And the snow is like a sticker, blinding the walls
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And you alone, and I alone are changing the scheme.
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And a three-meter bed
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And on the table everything is as it should be - a martini,
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I start to forget: who are we and where are we?
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Chorus:
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It's not fair that it happens why they pushed us face to face again
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Something boils in the veins, but what, I myself cannot understand,
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It covers me with a wave, and I am small, like a black stroke on a barcode,
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But one question does not calm down: which of us will survive?
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Let's imagine what happens next
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It will happen exactly in a month when we die with you, go through life in two rings,
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But I'm a fighter and I'll get to the end again, you admit your mistake
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I won't argue, it's your turn, you know, it's better to keep silent, but between us this thread
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I hate it, but I confess that I still want it.
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Chorus:
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It's not fair, it happens that I was forced to look into your eyes
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And something boils in my veins, but I am silent, I just have nothing to say.
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I'm melting under you again, it's a pity with the months you're already a stranger,
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But one question does not calm down: which of us will remain alive?
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And telegrams flew
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With the announcement that we were there and now we are gone, and what will my mother say,
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I apologize for the nonsense I wrote a little higher.
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And there is not enough oxygen, and exactly two minutes are left for us to hold out,
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But only you don't breathe like
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From this cell of death, I seem to get out alone.
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Chorus:
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It's not fair, it happens, we were given exactly a day to die,
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You are different and I am different, but fate brought us together again in December.
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There is a hint of midnight on the clock, you are silent, but the cry of the soul is heard
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And I can’t stand it anymore: which of the two of us will be able to live?
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Which of us two will be able to live?
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Which of us two will be able to live? |