When the last TV program ends,
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When the last trolleybus leaves for the depot.
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They embrace, promising each other to be together forever,
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And that probably even tomorrow they will go to the cinema together.
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And falling asleep they will dream of an alien planet,
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Colored sea and girls in brilliant wreaths.
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And these girls will ask him for a cigarette,
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And he will stay with them
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She wakes up alone
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With tears in my eyes.
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And when he returns, he brings her bouquets of unearthly flowers
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And handfuls of dust from distant magical worlds.
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They go to the cinema, he holds her hand, they are so warm,
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That he swears that he will be with her all his life.
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And falling asleep they will dream of an alien planet,
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The colored sea is a young man with the sun in his hands.
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And this young man will reveal earthly secrets to her,
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She will stay with him
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And he will wake up alone
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With tears in my eyes.
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He and she lived at the poles,
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He had autumn, she had spring.
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And when they woke up, it became clear to everyone
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That they are from different planetary systems.
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He and she lived at the poles,
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He had summer, she had winter.
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And when they woke up, it became clear to everyone
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That they are from different planetary systems.
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When the TV program ended for the last time,
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And it became clear that they would always be together.
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They covered themselves with a blanket and turned on their magic gas,
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They are tired of waking up with tears in their eyes.
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And falling asleep they dreamed of an alien planet,
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The colored sea and the ship that was waiting for them.
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And girls in glittering wreaths smoked their cigarettes,
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And the young man with the sun in his hands
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They were escorted
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With tears in my eyes.
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He and she lived at the poles,
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She had summer, she had winter.
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And when they woke up, it became clear to everyone
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That they are from different planetary systems.
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That they are from different planetary systems. |