Empty room walls sleepily snuffle moans
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Love of two, scattering posters with a rash.
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Chandeliers dim, burned like fires,
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Yulia added tears and dreams to the cocktail of sadness...
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"... I wish you love," Whitney sang in full force
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From an old cassette, worn out like whips,
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And you need to do lessons, solve examples,
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And thoughts build bridges to the world of fame and stage.
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“We can’t afford the prices for vocal lessons!”, —
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Mom screamed in tears, because it was barely enough ...
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Yulia saved money from lunches at school
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And once a week she sprinkled singing salt on the wounds...
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Years flew like bullets on Yulia's way,
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Passed the entrance exams to Moscow for five out of five,
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Ahead was a new city and new people,
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And those hopes that since childhood were beating in the chest
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Unsubmitted tests hovered a fresh head,
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The songs of Dian'a Ross haunted me from my youth.
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Dreams of a big stage kept the soul in a vice,
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She was hiding from everyday life in musical dreams.
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I sang in the evenings, closing my eyes from problems,
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In stuffy cafes, clubs, I tried in front of everyone ...
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One of the gray days she was offered to record an album,
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After all, she has talent, appearance, voice will win the heart of anyone,
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There's nothing like that here... And again the sparkle in her eyes,
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It seems that I forgot those evenings in the past in tears:
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Curses of mother, father, ridicule of former friends,
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Lack of money, love, debts of cold days...
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Now the bad guy offered to help her.
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…Hands touched the body… I couldn’t hold back the pain.
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She stepped onto the stage with a smile on her face,
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To the sound of a storm of applause, she cried at the end
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And let the tears flow, and let the soul burn...
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She is alone in this world - a real star!
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And even if half a life has passed, her voice gives everyone
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Minutes of sweet joy, getting rid of problems. |