Let the discreet world outside the windows
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black and white striped days
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And it seems that only you
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One on one
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Leave the habit of cheating for no reason
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And revive the beacon of the soul
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Perhaps a cherished dream
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Ship on the way
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Let it get high
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I got up on the wrong foot in the morning
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And outside the window is the province, not Moscow
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Not like in dreams, and so be it
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Just feel, drop the fear
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It's time, free yourself from the shackles
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If the soul is a river, then from the banks
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There's only one chance and it's all yours
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Live now, be yourself
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Seems like dreams are so far away
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Think, do not rush, the choice is yours, brother
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Somewhere inside the rays shine
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You do not extinguish them, there is so little light around
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Where cities don't sleep
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They want to fly again in dreams
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And recognize passersby faces
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Let the discreet world outside the windows
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black and white striped days
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And it seems that only you
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One on one
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Leave the habit of cheating for no reason
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And revive the beacon of the soul
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Perhaps a cherished dream
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Ship on the way
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Let it get high
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Lights go out in noisy houses
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I can't get drunk with fuss
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Do not confuse, drink the sky
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The hungry bird wants
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I will gather my will into a fist
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To be able to push
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From the edge of the day, and only in the sky
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Let the discreet world outside the windows
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black and white striped days
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And it seems that only you
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One on one
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Leave the habit of cheating for no reason
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And revive the beacon of the soul
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Perhaps a cherished dream
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Ship on the way
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Let it get high |