Eleven o'clock! |
Well, yes, it's time to go!
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Foolishly, drown in the arms of the city until morning,
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While young, while the engine is hammering,
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And time after time, the rhinestones in the eyes shine with gold!
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About one thing ... All thoughts are only about one thing -
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Without counting to forty, before the deadline, jump out of the windows on the drains!
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Walk all in a crowd, five of us at night Peter,
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Do not feed with bread, just let me drink the northern sky,
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It will be enough for me and us even in half! |
Into the trash
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Break away in the club, Love to confess your love ...
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What time is it? |
Three? |
The bridges have already been torn down
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Look!!! |
Burning fires cut edges
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Front and back, for fun...
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Wait, do you hear the wind playing with the leaves?
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Strands of the Summer Garden are unlikely to hover over the Neva,
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"... City at night, Peter, I'm yours!"
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The night opened its eyes, spread all the bridges,
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Hanging street lamps along the dark void.
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The hands of colored brochures beckoned people behind the windows,
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Elegant clothes stood as if at an exhibition of a painting ...
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Images of happiness, love sat at the tables,
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We discussed the topics of the day with my best friends!
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The music of a warm evening shone through the glass of the cafe,
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Carrying away all my worries behind the house!
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Sleepy windows of houses were looking for their owners in the darkness,
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Quietly sad in the darkness, as if everyone had forgotten about them.
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Expensive cars were guarded by elite clubs -
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They were waiting for people, lost count of the nights...
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People, leaving their sleeping quarters, rushed to the heart of the city,
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Away from eternal rains, gray empty days.
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They all blossomed in the land of bright dreams...
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There will be no more tears to the sounds of music of colors!
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We will be together, my city,
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Walk and sing songs until the morning!
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Someone opened the bridges
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And smiles everywhere you and I are!
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Look and believe
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All dreams will come true!
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Someone opened the bridges, the chandeliers went out...
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Today we are trying to taste Peter's night!
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Tasty? |
Yes! |
Tastier year after year...
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After all, all we want is freedom at night!!! |