| The number of cars has increased
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| And their herds roam more and more slowly,
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| And Moscow was covered with snow,
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| So the students don't go to school.
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| We live five kilometers away...
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| From each other, but street transport,
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| Blocked everything in the world of the way ...
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| And it's impossible to get to you.
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| And three days from heaven,
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| The snow is falling…
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| How is it without me?
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| Do you live, my friend?
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| Well, of course, the point is not
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| Snowfall is essentially a trifle.
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| I can get to you on foot,
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| For now, though, it's a breeze.
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| We live five kilometers away...
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| In those houses where we used to live,
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| And we can't come to each other,
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| Because that's what they decided...
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| And three days from heaven,
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| The snow is falling…
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| How is it without me?
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| Do you live, my friend?
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| Here the lanterns are lit again,
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| And the lilac dusk darkens,
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| Turning into streams of ink
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| And on Wednesday for the green kite.
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| And maybe I could jokingly
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| Forget everything and live what's left
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| Not regretting, not getting angry, not loving,
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| But I probably wouldn't write...
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| And three days from heaven
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| Powdery snow.
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| How is it without me
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| Do you live, my friend? |