Forced into an old country chair
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Alexei couldn't find his place
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Throw off emotions, everything would be sorted out soberly
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But an avalanche of terrible guesses pushed into the abyss
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What if all these rumors and gossip
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Unfounded? |
To be then how, answer?
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And what if, even though it’s bad to think about it
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Assume for a moment that it might be wrong?
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It hardly seemed as if the storm usually subsided
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The thunderstorm of the soul sparkled with a new outbreak of jealousy
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She lied to me - then how can I understand her, forgive her?
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Shards of glass pierced right through excessive shame
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In the morning in a semi-consciousness, drunk to the drop
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Muttered under his breath for an hour in a row
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Just talk to her, she'll tell the truth
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For her, the honor of our family and my saints
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Don't get under the train, Anna Karenina
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Pour the wine and fill the tub
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Karenina Anna, don't get under the train
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Everything will be washed away by water and grape juice
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Mom called you "Anna", grandma
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Called "My darling", "My Annushka"
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Then a snowy wind carried me into adulthood
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And this type, like a dog, met you on the platform
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At night, squeezing, whispering in my ear: "Anechka"
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And, like a singer from a disk, he asked me to take off his T-shirt
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Here to feel sorry for you and sympathize
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But you're a whore - the bed creaks
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In fact, you have long been in the arms of Morphine
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And he kidnapped you, not the mafia
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And this guy is just a reason to feel sorry for yourself
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I don't judge you? |
I am so loving
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And my husband is at home, and let's go to rehab with him
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A lover is simple - he will find himself a dozen more women
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Your life is not over, so you know
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Anka, my stupid, run away from the station
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Don't get under the train, Anna Karenina
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Pour the wine and fill the tub
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Karenina Anna, don't get under the train
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Everything will be washed away by water and grape juice
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January blizzard, road bend
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Random proximity, neighborly swearing, footsteps
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A missed call, for the sake of love, echoing the heart, without tears and wine
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This story could have had a different ending.
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Decent finale. |
Beautiful [?] wo
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In which two and in rat holes, and under heavy fire
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Into the abyss of worldly temptations, trampling gossip, taking a hit
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In which two, in spite of everything, from here and forever
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Bone from my bones, flesh from flesh, twisting my hands with knots
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For hundreds of years we've been talking about love
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In the burden of rented apartments, on the roadsides and in the lobbies of stations
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You and I are talking about love, only this is surprisingly small every time
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Under the train is not necessary
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Don't get under the train, Anna Karenina
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Pour the wine and fill the tub
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Karenina Anna, don't get under the train
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Everything will be washed away by water and grape juice
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Don't get under the train, Anna Karenina
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Pour the wine and fill the tub
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Karenina Anna, don't get under the train
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Everything will be washed away by water and grape juice |