On Moscow squares,
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Along the boulevards here and there
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The spring breeze runs
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I'm walking around Moscow
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Smile passerby me
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After all, somewhere there is rain, winter, well, here is spring
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And in Moscow it's always spring, it's always spring, na-na-na-na
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Everyone seems not to sleep, everyone is not up to sleep, na-na-na-na,
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And trees and flowers
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Poems are sung about love
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She came (she came), spring in Moscow (spring in Moscow)
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On the Arbat until dawn,
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Hear love songs
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Here one day I will meet you
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If you ask: "How are you?"
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I will answer as always:
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That it's raining somewhere, it's winter, but here it's spring,
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And in Moscow it's always spring, it's always spring, na-na-na-na
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Everyone seems not to sleep, everyone is not up to sleep, on-on-on-on,
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And trees and flowers
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Poems are sung about love
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She came (she came), spring in Moscow (spring in Moscow)
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And in Moscow it's always spring, it's always spring, na-na-na-na
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Everyone seems not to sleep, everyone is not up to sleep, on-on-on-on,
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And trees and flowers
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Poems are sung about love
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She came (she came), spring in Moscow (spring in Moscow)
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Spring in Moscow...
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And in Moscow it's always spring, it's always spring, na-na-na-na
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Everyone seems not to sleep, everyone is not up to sleep, on-on-on-on,
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And trees and flowers
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Poems are sung about love
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She came (she came), it's spring in Moscow |