| The Samovara is full of tea
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| You stare unblinkingly at me
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| While your car waits in the freezing rain
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| I know your soul calls Moscow home
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| But your heart belongs to Rome
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| So for years, I’ve followed you in vain
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| But all, will you ever know what you are?
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| Dosvedanya mio bambino
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| Dosvedanya mio bambino
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| There is a place where only you alone go
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| There is a world that only you alone know
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| Along an endless balcony
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| Above the Adriatic Sea
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| I try to storm the Kremlin of your heart
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| In Florence, we were on the mend
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| But that Mazurka had to end
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| We missed the naked trees of Gorky Park
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| But all, will you ever know what you’ve lost?
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| Dosvedanya mio bambino
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| Dosvedanya mio bambino
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| There is a place where only you alone go
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| There is a world that only you alone know
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| But all, will you ever know what you have?
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| Dosvedanya mio bambino
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| Dosvedanya mio bambino
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| There is a place where only you alone go
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| There is a world that only you alone know
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| I heard you finally settled down, in a warm Italian town
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| So I took the train to see you there
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| Your wife is sweet and you’re well fed
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| Your daughter, tucked away in bed
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| Still you looked at me with great despair
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| I hear snow is falling on Red Square
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| Valderi valdera
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| Valderi valdera
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| Valderi valdera
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| My knapsack on my back
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| Valderi valdera
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| Valderi valdera
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| Valderi valdera
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| My knapsack on my back |