Sometimes the subway is faster
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Sometimes I'm more comfortable
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Sometimes I'm just warmer
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In the subway in the cold
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I will never grow up
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I want to see you friends
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I'll fly away with the wind through the tunnels
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Good evening, Moscow station
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Along the ring, along the radial, along the transitions, where it is light
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They take me to the areas of sleeping cars of the old metro
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And for good reason, and not by chance, without hiding good tears
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We live life under this sound of wheels
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You call - I'm going to you in this car
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Only warm light you burn
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On this platform, shining in a white dress
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You are standing in the subway
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I'm light, brothers, traffic jams have no chance, I move fast in the subway in dances
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I'm through the transitions for a long time to me familiar stations. |
We should try to get lost here
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Time is moving forward. |
Time for everything to change. |
There was a time of tokens, now digital receipts.
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Sometimes we are close, sometimes we are at a distance ...
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... my underground Moscow without gloss
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I'll live to a hundred, to two hundred
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And I'll reach three hundred
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We will remember everything together
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Not to remember alone
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Along the ring, along the radial, along the transitions, where it is light
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They take me to the areas of sleeping cars of the old metro
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And for good reason, and not by chance, without hiding good tears
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We live life under this sound of wheels
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Along the ring, along the radial, along the transitions, where it is light
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They take me to the areas of sleeping cars of the old metro
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And for good reason, and not by chance, without hiding good tears
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We live life under this sound of wheels |