I will leave with thoughts far, far away
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There, in the cities, high-high
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Somewhere, somewhere it's not easy for the guys,
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And if I leave, how will I look in the face?
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I will leave with thoughts far, far away
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There, in the cities, high-high
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Somewhere, somewhere it's not easy for the guys,
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And if I leave, how will I look in the face?
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And it was cold, cold, cold
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Eternal snacking and hunger
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Wanted to live, tried to spin,
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And in the meantime, we were looking for places to warm ourselves,
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And the boys did not sleep, but the boys dreamed
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Start a family to get up off your knees
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Would they like - also black cars
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Leave a mark in life, not tire marks
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Old car (bruck), springs cut down
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And in the glove compartment trauma for those who were not friends
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There were few of them, but still there were -
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How could it be without them, how could it be without them?!
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An enviable groom from the ghetto area
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A girl flew in - run to the minaret
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Someone will be picked up by a service carriage
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I will leave with thoughts that there is no way out
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I will leave with thoughts far, far away
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There, in the cities, high-high
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Somewhere, somewhere it's not easy for the guys,
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And if I leave, how will I look in the face?
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I will leave with thoughts far, far away
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There, in the cities, high-high
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Somewhere, somewhere it's not easy for the guys,
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And if I leave, how will I look in the face?
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Not to love now - no, not to love
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And don't run after him, don't ruin your soul
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He is still young, he will bring wounds to the heart,
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And why are these hooligans so beckoning?!
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Drunk - do not make jealous
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Hugging, kissing you with someone else's lips
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The street will be raised for you and blood will be shed
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Breaks boys: prisons, money and love
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Oh, oh, oh, oh!
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Oh no no no
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Oh oh oh!
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Breaks boys: prisons, money and love
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I will leave with thoughts far, far away
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There, in the cities, high-high
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Somewhere, somewhere it's not easy for the guys,
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And if I leave, how will I look in the face?
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I will leave with thoughts far, far away
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There, in the cities, high-high
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Somewhere, somewhere it's not easy for the guys,
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And if I leave, how will I look in the face? |