The Volga is melting, covering the sunrise.
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You invite me to walk.
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We will put on coats for the Nikes.
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Just us and the city of winds.
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We will be silent here in the morning without words.
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Instead of coffee - Jameson in consumption.
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We are used to doing everything the other way around.
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Not like everyone else, on the contrary.
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Magic between us, ice and fire.
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Oceans are like countries.
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Be the same with me.
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The image is simply unearthly.
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Origami are our secrets.
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On the boulevard in the early morning.
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And nobody on Saturdays.
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Barefoot on the curbs.
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Chorus:
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We are with you in white sneakers.
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Let's set fire to the stars in the sky.
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We will sometimes be so frivolous.
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Let all people look askance.
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We are with you in white sneakers.
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Let's set fire to the stars in the sky.
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He is there, behind the mountain, we will meet the sun.
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We are not parting now.
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Second Verse: Lyosha Le
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The day is over - go home.
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We don't feel like going home.
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Taxi, take us into this fog.
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As far as possible, time is so short.
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The radio will be only about us.
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You will lower your eyes.
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Laugh if I knew.
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What is in your thoughts, if I knew.
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But the Volga is melting, sunrise is coming soon.
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You will call me home.
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Let's take off the Nikes, to hell with the coat.
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Magic will rule all night.
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There will be morning again outside the window.
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We will meet him in the kitchen together.
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A pack of kent, two coffees, where is the dream.
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We lost him somewhere long ago.
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Chorus: x3
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We are with you in white sneakers.
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Let's set fire to the stars in the sky.
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We will sometimes be so frivolous.
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Let all people look askance.
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We are with you in white sneakers.
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Let's set fire to the stars in the sky.
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He is there, behind the mountain, we will meet the sun.
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We are not parting now. |