| Light, Leninsky Prospekt,
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| The snow is still lying, it will get warmer soon,
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| He's not really dressed
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| It just runs along the night alley,
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| He did not suspect that with such warmth,
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| The heart will respond
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| But just found out
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| Soon the sun will knock on this house.
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| Chorus:
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| Two hearts beat in one beloved body,
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| And, do not get warm without them, in fact, no,
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| Behind the door of love, from nowhere wears,
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| Under the heart she is a small miracle,
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| Small miracle…
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| steeple, university,
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| Cuts with a sharp edge the March grayness,
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| He is not a poet at all
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| Just there inside, something warmed up,
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| Life, melt water,
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| Believes, but not everyone
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| Loves on a whim
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| Yes, it's forever
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| You are now like those beads on a thread.
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| Chorus:
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| Two hearts beat in one beloved body,
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| And, do not get warm without them, in fact, no,
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| Behind the door of love, from nowhere wears,
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| Under the heart she is a small miracle,
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| Small miracle,
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| Small miracle,
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| She wears under her heart, a small miracle.
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| Two hearts beat in one beloved body,
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| And, do not get warm without them, in fact, no,
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| Behind the door of love, from nowhere wears,
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| Under her heart she... Mmm
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| Chorus:
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| Two hearts beat in one beloved body,
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| And, do not get warm without them, in fact, no,
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| Behind the door of love, from nowhere wears,
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| Under the heart she is a small miracle,
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| Small miracle,
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| Small miracle,
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| Small miracle… |