I'm excited as if I'm on stage for the first time
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The movement of the hand and the lights went out in the hall
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Carnival shines with a palette of colors
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He, like a wind, burst into the hall,
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I'm afraid to get lost in the crowd
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I know you are somewhere near.
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Carnival shines with a palette of colors,
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He is like a wind rushed into the hall
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I'm afraid to get lost in the crowd
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I know you are somewhere near
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Next to you
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Next to you...
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I'm excited as if I'm on stage for the first time
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How to say about the main thing like this
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To sound like rubbish
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It seems like something, as it were, by the way,
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But at the same time very juicy for sure
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And say don't miss
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Essence the thread of life
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And where should one take and remain silent
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If you have nothing to say
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Songs to sing that are not sung
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We should come up with stories
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Just so as not to accidentally calm down
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The main theme is only a motive
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Just a stroke of the hand
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You will definitely hit in the eye
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How thoughtlessly, but cunningly
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Lace weaving palette
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Carnival shines with a palette of colors
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He is like a wind rushed into the hall
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I'm afraid to get lost in the crowd
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I know somewhere near you Carnival shines with a palette of colors,
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He is like a wind rushed into the hall
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I'm afraid to get lost in the crowd
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I know you are somewhere near
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Next to you
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Next to you...
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Carnival shines with a palette of colors,
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He is like a wind rushed into the hall
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I'm afraid to get lost in the crowd
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I know you are somewhere near.
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Carnival shines with a palette of colors,
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He is like a wind rushed into the hall
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I'm afraid to get lost in the crowd
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I know you are somewhere near
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Next to you
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Next to you... |