I admire the city, because it is very beautiful,
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And living arrays are floating in different directions.
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Multi-colored houses among the seven peaks,
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Streams of people and cars intersect.
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Making a trip around the district,
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This is good everywhere, chasing abuse.
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Today I will go down to the embankment below,
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I'm not looking for the truth, I'll hear what I need.
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It's like the street is talking to me
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Lighting lanterns in my path.
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I will walk along from door to door,
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Forgive me for making so much cache here.
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Unfortunately it didn't work out any other way
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We found ourselves set up above the roof.
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Moscow will not give her a respite,
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She looks great right now.
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Chorus:
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The capital beckons with its streets and there is no end to them,
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Houses in rows are as beautiful as looking through the looking glass.
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The look freezes as if they were drawing,
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Great Moscow, I'm proud of you, know this.
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Along is shrouded in roads of rings,
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And see everything from above with skyscrapers.
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I'm near the park next to the palace,
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Words are spinning in my head, the wind is blowing.
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The dirty river flows over the wastelands,
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Step aside, the monastery is shining.
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We sneak imperceptibly into our yards,
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They hide by sending us to another world.
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In the hustle and bustle, you all became not the same
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The city endures as long as you keep up the pace.
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Now I see what I didn't notice before
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The whole gamut of colors through the gray clouds.
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Sorrow will leave anyone who enters here,
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Follow us breaking away from the box.
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Here life she will tell for real,
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What is happening and when to end.
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Chorus:
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The capital beckons with its streets and there is no end to them,
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Houses in rows are as beautiful as looking through the looking glass.
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The look freezes as if they were drawing,
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Great Moscow, I'm proud of you, know this.
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Album: Shvark.
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March, 2016. |