Eniki-Beniki ate dumplings in a panic,
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And we threw gingerbread at the picnic,
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Light! |
Where? |
In Moscow! |
So how?
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For me the same as in St. Petersburg on the Neva
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I feel the pulse in the low arches of the city
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St. Petersburg is filled with art to the brim of the district
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The capital gives a chance, untying hands
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Without the rhythm of two centers, I will die of boredom
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Open your eyes, no
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Whispered to me a new day and the light of the sun.
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More sleep! |
Well, at least a little
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But you have to get up, because tomorrow is on the way
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And I want to have time to sing all the songs,
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What Moscow wrote to me
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And, closing your eyes, reluctantly want
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Stay here forever!
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In the city of big houses,
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In the world of expensive cars,
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In a sea of diamond dreams
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In the kingdom of lights and showcases
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rich and beautiful life
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It's always on my mind
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You are beautiful Moscow
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See you soon, bye!
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Open my heart,
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The poet read poems on an autumn day on Nevsky,
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And the old artist painted rain flooded with a portrait
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And I want to walk again
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Forgetting about time and all the things.
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And, closing your eyes, reluctantly want
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Stay here forever
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In the city of night bridges,
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In a world where blues reigns
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In the sea of romance of dreams,
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In a kingdom where every minus is a plus
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You are like a wonderful dream
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Remained in the heart for centuries
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You are so good Peter
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See you bye
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Too many people - the pulse beats faster
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At the tremendous speed of memories in power
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Moscow your image beckons, and I'm flying to you,
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Watching Peter melt to the music in the dark
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City of poets and books - I love you so much
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You shine on the map like a star at night
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There are two "I's" in me, I close my eyes
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Which city is better - St. Petersburg or Moscow?
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Saxophone solo on Dvortsovaya
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Or you and me, kind, familiar battle of the Kremlin,
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Kazan Cathedral, Field of Mars
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Or vaults of hills and vaults of the Temple of the Savior of Christ
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Places where the mouth of power thickly kneaded the dough,
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Places of revenge for honor and sadness in vain, I'm sorry
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Together Moscow and St. Petersburg and hold on to the anchor of the world
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Set your hearts, live broadcast is waiting for you
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Peter and Moscow
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Saint Petersburg - Moscow
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Between us there are only years and cities
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Peter and Moscow!
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It's time for you
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Like it or not, but the threads will cross on the way |