| Soon forty, but I go, as before, I go to the back door, through the backyard.
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| If in life happiness and grief are equal -
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| So, the suitcase of luck has long been paid for by me.
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| So, soon it will be like this:
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| Chorus:
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| On the southernmost Riviera, where people sleep on the go,
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| And, like birds in an aviary, the beauties are all in sight.
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| On the southernmost Riviera, with a cigar on my lip,
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| I lie down and drink cocktails and smile at fate.
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| I lie down and drink cocktails and smile at fate.
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| Soon forty. |
| Everything will change! |
| But anxiety lay in my heart:
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| Something happiness does not mumble, does not calve!
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| Where are you, good luck, hiding your cherished suitcase?!
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| This, boy, is dark deeds!
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| Chorus:
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| On the southernmost Riviera, where people sleep on the go,
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| And, like birds in an aviary, the beauties are all in sight.
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| On the southernmost Riviera, with a cigar on my lip,
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| I lie down and drink cocktails and smile at fate.
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| I lie down and drink cocktails and smile at fate.
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| On the southernmost Riviera, where people sleep on the go,
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| And, like birds in an aviary, the beauties are all in sight.
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| On the southernmost Riviera, with a cigar on my lip,
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| I lie down and drink cocktails and smile at fate.
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| I lie down and drink cocktails and smile at fate.
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| On the southernmost Riviera, where people sleep on the go,
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| And, like birds in an aviary, the beauties are all in sight.
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| On the southernmost Riviera, with a cigar on my lip,
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| I lie down and drink cocktails and smile at fate.
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| I lie down and drink cocktails and smile at fate. |