Forget problems, be in me
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And let them burn in fire
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I won't ask for anything
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Above us only the sound of birds
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Forget the problems, stop
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And let them all fly down
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I won't ask for anything
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Above us only...
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Dawn is playing over the Volga again
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Smoke spreads from cigarettes
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Packs squeezing, we seize the moment
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To the chronicle of our eye films
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They remember winter, darkness and sadness, but
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In order not to die, you go to drink your tea
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A lot of people here, don't think about palm trees
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Your life in a communal apartment is so similar to Chine,
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But if it were only her
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You would have run away long ago and closed the door,
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But you can't escape from hell, because it hurts from the inside
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Every day reminding with a feeling of vain love
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Forget problems, be in me
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And let them burn in fire
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I won't ask for anything
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Above us only the sound of birds
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Forget the problems, stop
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And let them all fly down
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I won't ask for anything
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Above us only...
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Echo noise, crackling branches:
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That bursts in the fire love at the seams
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Fire eats her distance, but
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I'm not Robert, not Rozhdestvensky
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And if it's called tenderness
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That means sweet inside, and there is a hornet -
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It will bite in the neck, and you won’t get off this needle
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Will reach the brain in five seconds
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The feeling of euphoria will burn everything, and it will be empty
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Breaking will force you to climb into the flame for a dose
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And only a memory will remain
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Dawn is playing over the Volga again
|
Smoke spreads from cigarettes
|
Packs squeezing, we seize the moment
|
To the chronicle of our eye films
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Forget problems, be in me
|
And let them burn in fire
|
I won't ask for anything
|
Above us only the sound of birds
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Forget the problems, stop
|
And let them all fly down
|
I won't ask for anything
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Above us only... |