| We dumped from mathematics, we are no longer there, hello!
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| Volodya and I are 13, and May is on the street, banzai!
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| And this city is in front of us, like a big Luna Park,
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| And we prancing here innocent, like two Joan of Arc,
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| On the sunny side of Nevsky.
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| It rained for four days, and today it's hot, hurrah!
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| And the cop at the crossroads has a human look, vivat!
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| And the young ladies, yesterday looking at the world from the windows,
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| Today they flutter like butterflies that have left the cocoon,
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| On the sunny side of Nevsky.
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| This city is dying, but we do not notice the ruins.
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| And we swim in its stream past palaces and shop windows.
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| And, in the absence of alcohol in the blood,
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| We want to sing so much, we have so much love
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| On the sunny side of Nevsky.
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| Volodya and I don't have a penny, but we have half a day left, bullshit!
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| Why do we need this bullshit? |
| Except on the metro-citro!
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| Moreover, we have long had the knack
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| Shoot soda at passers-by in two minutes
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| On the sunny side of Nevsky.
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| Let the whole world go to the bottom, we don't give a damn, we're afloat.
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| And it takes us, like chips, from the Fontanka to the Neva.
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| And something inside, which is not yet clear to me for sure,
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| It makes us dance and hug these stones
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| On the sunny side of Nevsky. |