| Under the Voroshilovsky bridge
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| Papa Rostov
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| Under the Voroshilovsky bridge
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| The river lies like a canvas
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| Between the shores, between dreams
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| Between the maternity hospital and the cross
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| Papa Rostov
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| And my gaze escapes
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| Where time paints the sunset
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| Where after the starry night
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| Can't go back
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| And I don't remember if I'm a river or a lyric
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| Or am I just watching on the shores
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| Under the Voroshilovsky bridge
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| Papa Rostov
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| Under the Voroshilovsky bridge
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| Papa Rostov
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| How many sunrises and sunsets
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| beautiful words said
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| The ropes are tied
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| And how many arms and legs (arms and legs)
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| How many broken bottles on the back of the head
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| Cooled buns and gutted bags
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| Imprisoned in local nooks and crannies,
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| And how many undressed slipped away from here
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| When the blade began to climb on the press
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| What is more useful decided to cut a little,
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| And who just got bitten, and he stepped down
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| Under the Voroshilovsky bridge (bridge)
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| Papa Rostov (Papa Rostov)
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| How much evil, how much good
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| From one shore to the other I scored
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| Under the Voroshilovsky bridge
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| Papa Rostov
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| Under the Voroshilovsky bridge
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| The river lies like a canvas
|
| Between the shores, between dreams
|
| Between the maternity hospital and the cross
|
| Papa Rostov
|
| And my gaze escapes
|
| Where time paints the sunset
|
| Where after the starry night
|
| Can't go back
|
| And I don't remember if I'm a river or a lyric
|
| Or am I just watching on the shores
|
| Under the Voroshilovsky bridge
|
| Papa Rostov
|
| And my gaze escapes
|
| Where time paints the sunset
|
| Where after the starry night
|
| Can't go back
|
| And I don't remember if I'm a river or a lyric
|
| Or am I just watching on the shores
|
| Under the Voroshilovsky bridge
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| Papa Rostov |