Brown-eyed blonde crying -
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Everything turned out differently
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Everything turned out differently, and all the flowers wilted.
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Tanya dropped a ball into the river,
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Ira pricked her finger painfully,
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It hurt somewhere on the left, somewhere on the left in the chest.
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The ball floats fast
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And the finger does not heal for a long time,
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The pain in the chest does not subside and emptiness lies ahead.
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And they don't wave the red flag here,
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The shoals do not smolder
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And no one hugs anyone -
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There is no more love here!
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Reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae!
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Dance on the ruins of your soul...
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Reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae!
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This island used to be full of love...
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Reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae!
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There was the smell of flowers and the taste of grass...
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Reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae!
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Now there is nothing here - here is the edge of cold emptiness!
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The wind sings mournfully
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Mexican hymns.
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And the rain knocks against the Argentine march.
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But only hear these sounds
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Doomed to torment
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And those who died of boredom are resurrected this very hour.
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Tanya quickly catches up with the ball,
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Ira, smiling, fills her finger with iodine,
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And reflex massage helps with pain in the heart,
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And smiling under the red flag,
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Enjoying rum and freedom,
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Making love on the sand, you will not give this island to anyone!
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Reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae!
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Dance in the temple of your soul...
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Reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae!
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This is the island of love...
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Reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae!
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There is the smell of flowers and the taste of grass...
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Reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae reggae!
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Be free! |
Love and live!!! |