Another old movie. |
silent scene
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Hands run to you under the dress, but I'm not to blame
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I must be weak; |
I'm probably weird
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But you are with me for the third night in a row
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My hotel, we brightly plunge into love
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The bed breathes in the spring, breathes in the spring, breathes in the spring
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You are silent, and I draw on the wallpaper
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I smoke. |
There are two of us and Paris outside the window!
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Faience service and the clock opposite
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Just remember - luck loves jazz
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Just don't be like those who fall in love and run
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Without you in the morning the bed is like poems without letters
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Without you, I will crumble on the sheets - dust, glass
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Like an abandoned island, empty verses without words
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Do not blush - the evening is quiet, all sounds fly to the west
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I have already seen these drawings in a dream, your eyes
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I'm with you all little rum, time, cigarettes
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We are the heroes of Remarque, the room has no doors
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Sighs of speech, holes, I'm afraid to sleep and sleep
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This evening is such that every second has its own destiny
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How much life - and the body trembles, and the light
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Just don't be a stranger -
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I haven't been mine for a hundred years
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The garcon sleeps in the foyer
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For a hundred years I have not been mine to anyone;
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Nobody...
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My hotel, we brightly plunge into love
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The bed breathes in the spring, breathes in the spring, breathes in the spring
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My hotel, we brightly plunge into love
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The bed breathes in the spring, breathes in the spring, breathes in the spring |