Come on in suits on carpets
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Come on, let's show strength to the yards
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Rings on fingers
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We are tolerant opponents of dancing
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We are elegant monsieurs
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Not all, but I will not let you offend the sky
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Will it be or not, no one cares there
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You burr and sang, it was against the rules
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I will say this and smoke a cigar
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I did not beat this dish, but I killed this guitar
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We collected bouquets in the flower beds
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By clubs we took victories
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We have passed troubles on the sleeve of the sky
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I look at your lips and lace up sneakers
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It's a gentlemen's club
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And behind us is a lane of roads, the voices of courtyards
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And I will not let you offend the sky
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Indescribable trembling in the legs
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You sing songs with me
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You and I are of the same disease
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Under the yellow lantern fell in love and yelled
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Not knowing about each other, we warm our hands in the battery
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We have grown into princesses and kings
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And our castles are more beautiful than the seas
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I lived by carving patterns, reproaches
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And the eyes crushed the back of the head
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I remember those scarlet dawns
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Which I collected from bottles
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This is my cross, my flock
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City of Asbest, birthplace of the brotherhood
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Stone forest, place of wealth
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Exit from places of imaginary slavery
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We walked along the roads like a planer
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A field of berries seemed like a bank to us
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On the water as a proven flank
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The winds of the phalanx touched the edge
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Old boards did not let me sleep,
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And a young body does not need to sleep
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I didn't forget your dress
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It's a gentlemen's club
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And behind us is a lane of roads, the voices of courtyards
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And I will not let you offend the sky
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Indescribable trembling in the legs
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You sing songs with me
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You and I are of the same disease
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Under the yellow lantern fell in love and yelled
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Not knowing about each other, we warm our hands in the battery
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We have grown into princesses and kings
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And our castles are more beautiful than the seas |