| Like a snag on the water, thrown,
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| Holy fool stepson, Sakhalin Island -
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| A tile of a large country, slanted by storms.
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| I kept thinking that the city, that the region is not the same, -
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| Everything was in a hurry to the east, to the east.
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| And here, on the edge, there is also not a damn thing -
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| Here's a squirrel for you, and a whistle.
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| Washed bones - white trunks -
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| Orphans rot on the sand.
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| Cover tables with white tablecloths
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| Yes, let's remember the proud forest, dear.
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| The wind in the bay all night gargled with a windbreak
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| Yes, laid out on the shore.
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| I would believe again, I would scream what I can,
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| Let me lie. |
| I can't, I can't!
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| Drink and joker, man, pour it into a glass -
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| I'll listen to everything, so be it.
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| Just keep quiet about faith for now,
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| No matter how I break loose, no matter how I howl.
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| Overeat caviar, call life a game,
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| Carnations in the soul to hammer and bend.
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| I can't forget everything! |
| I can't forgive everyone!
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| I can not! |
| I can not! |
| I can not!
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| My younger brothers, you should all dance,
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| My elder brothers, you should drink.
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| How are we going to resurrect the dead?
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| Bring back home everyone who got kicked out?
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| Through the dusty glass of miserable shop windows
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| I'll take a look, even though I'm drunk:
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| It is not clear where the cranes are flying -
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| Ocean ahead, ocean!
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| Sing, you better sing!
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| It's time to forget.
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| Sing, you better sing!
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| Better sing than howl.
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| The wind in the bay all night gargled with a windbreak
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| Yes, laid out on the shore.
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| I would believe again, I would scream what I can,
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| Let me lie. |
| I can not! |
| I can not! |
| I can not! |