Carousel, to the deserted park together
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In the half-empty Ikarus, ears are stuffed from speed,
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Like the wind in a sail, stop nearby
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Pretend that you lost me, then rejoice.
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I hear someone's laughter somewhere, a distant echo
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And don't hold my hand. |
Well, I haven't left yet.
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Dreamed of living in Novorossiysk, studying in England
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And so we wanted to dream, but we are not angels.
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Time ago, for how long? |
I don't know, but only for a moment
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Today separation is next to us, but the third is superfluous
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I don’t know what awaits us ahead, but the lips of the city trembled,
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And the carousels creaked, they saw us off.
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I am grateful to us for every moment,
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For every gesture of the hand, and the breath of the wind
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Over the horizon somewhere, we are strangers
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It's like a star fell without becoming the sun
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Arrividerci, see you soon
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Time heals everyone, but it doesn't heal me
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I promise not to forget how we rode the carousel
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On that spring day, and tears hung in my eyes.
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Arrividerci, see you soon
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Time heals everyone, but it doesn't heal me
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Promise me not to forget how we rode the carousel,
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And there were tears in my eyes, but it was too late...
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And there were tears in my eyes, but it was too late,
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Lips chapped, stop so discreetly
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Or from the wind shaking shoulders,
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This sky was in a hurry, this night the candles were blown out,
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But we didn't know what would separate us like this this May
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Along the dark arches, but loneliness is a gift
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Probably this is our paradise with you,
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But individually, let this carousel spin us to infinity
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While there's time to tell another story
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How two lost each other, in the city of grief,
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But it's us, let's sit closer
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See you on the Cote d'Azur or in Paris
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Arrividerci, see you soon
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Time heals everyone, but it doesn't heal me
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I promise not to forget how we rode the carousel
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On that spring day, and tears hung in my eyes.
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Arrividerci, see you soon
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Time heals everyone, but it doesn't heal me
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Promise me not to forget how we rode the carousel,
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And there were tears in my eyes, but it was too late...
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It was late, carousel...
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Desert Park…
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It seems to me that this was my best December,
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But we are on different shores, and my ship has sailed away,
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And these carousels, as a symbol of parting
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I don't know when dreams are born, but they die in May
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You are on the edge of the bench, with your back to me
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Lips tremble, but not from the cold, the lips of the city touched them
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No reason is needed to disperse in different directions,
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And every precious second we are robbed
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I don't know who steals our minutes, so mercilessly
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Instead of saying goodbye, the sixth floor on the landing
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Just don't say anything and go away, but it's okay fucking!
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It will be better this way, through these puddles, do not pay attention to the cold
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I don't have a cold, it's just hard for me to speak
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It would be better if I did not know at all what love is.
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Arrividerci, see you soon
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Time heals everyone, but it doesn't heal me
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I promise not to forget how we rode the carousel
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On that spring day, and tears hung in my eyes.
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Arrividerci, see you soon
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Time heals everyone, but it doesn't fucking heal you!
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Promise me not to forget how we rode the carousel,
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And there were tears in my eyes, but it was too late... |