The world smokes and smokes, we are good together
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The lights are on and I want more
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So that you can not think about anything!
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Lie on my shoulder in the fires of Moscow
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Leaves fall on my veins, removing dust with the wind
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Fingers have long been rooted to yours, leather belts
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There is no one but us, the park is empty and sleeping;
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Somewhere in the kitchen gas is dancing, on blue blood
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Time torments and time sends a new password to life
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Black black road sews, spins and circles
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Red flowers fatal brush! |
The world is like a big tulip!
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Just love and don't deny - everything else...
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The world smokes and smokes, we are good together
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The lights are on and I want more
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So that you can not think about anything!
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Lie on my shoulder in the fires of Moscow
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Lie on my shoulder in the fires of Moscow
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Lie on my shoulder in the fires of Moscow
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White roads go out. |
The night takes you into the lantern
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The cold has enveloped your house, and the tired ringer warms his hands
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The church is silent, the birds are storming the south, you put your skirts in the pantry
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People still prefer empty words to actions
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I put tea again. |
Boiled in a mug longing and sadness
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I remember freckles do not answer - this is memory playing hide and seek
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“We are two hands of the same cartoon,” you told me so yourself
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I really want that piano from the movie - winter will take everything else
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The world smokes and smokes, we are good together
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The lights are on and I want more
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So that you can not think about anything!
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Lie on my shoulder in the fires of Moscow
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Lie on my shoulder
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Lie on my shoulder
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Lie on my shoulder
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The world smokes and smokes, we are good together
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The lights are on and I want more
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So that you can not think about anything!
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Lie on my shoulder in the fires of Moscow
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Lie on my shoulder in the fires of Moscow
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Lie on my shoulder in the fires of Moscow |