This midnight was sad, in the morning I had a dream:
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I am rocking my daughter in my arms, and you are near, and you are in love.
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And the silence does not frighten us with the rude shout of the convoy...
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Well, why is the world so arranged, well, why is the world so arranged,
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And there is no daughter, and I am alone?
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Chorus:
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Semi-sweet champagne and mugs of black tea,
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Let the sky above us be different, the sadness is the same.
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Both happy and unhappy: from Moscow to Kolyma,
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New Year's Eve dreams are the same.
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When the Kremlin snow was spinning, and the sentry was freezing on the tower,
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I suddenly dreamed of our son and a look like this - your beloved.
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Like the sun, an orange hangs on the leaves on a coniferous branch.
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Well, why is the world so arranged, well, why is the world so arranged,
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And there is no son, and I am alone?
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Chorus:
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Semi-sweet champagne and mugs of black tea,
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Let the sky above us be different, the sadness is the same.
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Both happy and unhappy: from Moscow to Kolyma,
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New Year's Eve dreams are the same.
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In separation, time lasts forever, and a moment is an hour, and a year is a lifetime.
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A circle is outlined for us with wire, and there are no crazier borders.
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And for two of us, you and I have one desire again.
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Well, why is the world so arranged, well, why is the world so arranged,
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That we should wait for each other.
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Chorus:
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Semi-sweet champagne and mugs of black tea,
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Let the sky above us be different, the sadness is the same.
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Both happy and unhappy: from Moscow to Kolyma,
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New Year's Eve dreams are the same.
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Both happy and unhappy: from Moscow to Kolyma,
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New Year's Eve dreams are the same.
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New Year's Eve dreams are the same. |