| Boy with a Moscow guitar
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| And a little girl in her mother's scarf
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| They roam as a friendly couple, an inseparable couple,
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| Away from the capital streets.
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| Illuminated by their first love
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| The desert regions came to life.
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| This is for you, romantics,
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| This is for you lovers
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| The song is dedicated to me.
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| This is for you, romantics,
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| This is for you lovers
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| The song is dedicated to me.
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| All handmade,
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| Difficult paths have been travelled.
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| Under the steppe stars, inhabited by stars
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| It's good to find a loved one.
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| Friendship in trials born
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| Never collapses, friends.
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| This is for you, romantics,
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| This is for you lovers
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| The song is dedicated to me.
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| This is for you, romantics,
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| This is for you lovers
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| The song is dedicated to me.
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| New settlers who have become old-timers,
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| The two of them dream well.
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| Restless youth, swift-winged youth
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| Whispering about his future.
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| A couple wanders at midnight sleepless
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| Along the steppe quiet stream.
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| This is for you, romantics,
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| This is for you lovers
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| The song is dedicated to me.
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| This is for you, romantics,
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| This is for you lovers
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| The song is dedicated to me. |