| Dark skin, light gold,
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| The ease of accent of phrases,
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| Crystal drops stuck in tin
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| Almond eyes.
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| Thin hands and heavy jaspers
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| In each of your rings.
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| A rosary made of stone is yellow from time to time
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| The memory of the father.
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| Chorus:
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| You will take my sore throat with you,
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| I already knew all this
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| Through the mists over the blue taiga
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| To Nepal, to Nepal, to Nepal.
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| And a dark, unfamiliar entrance,
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| And the half-asleep deserted station
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| You will remember everything on this winter departure
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| To Nepal, to Nepal, to Nepal.
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| In the sky, everything that will pay off will be forgiven
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| And the white cross liner
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| Dali will bring closer, and will be designated
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| Everest outline,
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| In a light dress of a gray cloud,
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| In the warm sky mar
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| You turn around and forget
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| That it's January here in Moscow.
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| Chorus:
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| And elephants will approach the plane,
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| And Tibet will wave its fans,
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| And as the queen of this ancient country
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| You won't let yourself cry anymore.
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| And straightening the impeccable camp,
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| You will swim with a straight face
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| And everything that was I will forget myself,
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| Like a dream, like a dream, like a dream.
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| Winter slush in the lights of Mayakovka,
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| And through the New Year's din
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| I refused - it was embarrassing.
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| Well, what would I do there?
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| And near the urn all in serpentine,
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| Like Pierrot the snowman
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| I'm thinking about how to get through
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| It's already an hour, in the subway.
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| Chorus:
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| You don't know how to kiss seriously
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| You woke up with tears in the night
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| You answered every question for me:
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| "Shut up! |
| Be quiet! |
| Shut up!
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| And a semi-dark unfamiliar entrance,
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| And the half-asleep deserted station
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| You will remember everything on this winter departure
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| To Nepal, to Nepal, to Nepal. |