| Yo!
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| This song is dedicated to all the bitches in my city!
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| Aye!
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| On that day, the snow did not fall, but ran -
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| He hid the Golden Caravan from us.
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| And you said, "Pa, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
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| And she got on the tram, throwing me: "Goodbye ..."
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| But somehow on a completely different day without winter,
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| When it stopped breaking me so much -
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| Somewhere we suddenly met with you -
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| But, but don't care, don't care; |
| bitch, don't care!
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| (When...)
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| When an apricot blossoms, the eyes burn so greedily;
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| And the aroma of a wonderful beats gently on the nose;
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| (He hits his nose gently) the scent of the new you.
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| (The scent of the new you)!
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| When the apricot blossoms!
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| When the apricot blossoms!
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| And then, I somehow met you - unexpectedly predicted, yes.
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| I understood the state of emergency, I understood it seriously (everything is serious again, everything is serious again);
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| And although it was April or maybe May -
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| Frost ran through your body from such a beautiful one.
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| But you, look at the beauty - freckles on the nose.
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| Such a wonderful! |
| Where were you? |
| But not the point.
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| Once I saw it, I'll take it away by a long braid.
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| I know that you can - draw me a rainbow.
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| Beat, drum, Herald! |
| Body, eyes - beauty.
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| Know this wind, zai, I saw the boys without tears.
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| My girl shimmers in the eyes
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| my life! |
| summertime.
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| When an apricot blossoms, the eyes burn so greedily;
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| And the aroma of a wonderful beats gently on the nose;
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| (He hits his nose gently) the scent of the new you.
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| (The scent of the new you, you, you)!
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| When the apricot blossoms (apricot, apricot)!
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| When the apricot blossoms (apricot, apricot)!
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| First leaves.
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| Drops hit the rocks from the sky.
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| Again everything is changing so quickly -
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| The bumblebee flies again after the bees.
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| The artist waved his brush,
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| And barely applying watercolor
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| You can see the blue sky.
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| Apricot good cocktail. |