No battles lost, no vows broken
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He confidently rushes his faithful detachment after him.
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Let the trace be lost somewhere below zero -
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Brenne are all islands southwest of the ship.
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There are so many hopes with him ... Among other peaks,
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He is reliable like cold, like a flame he is indestructible,
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He goes straight - Warrior of gloomy ice
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From the ever-gray-haired cities weathered by memory.
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Chorus:
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If I could take to turn back time -
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Now that's romance! |
Miracles of navigation!
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But the lighthouse does not burn, silence! |
Captain Arctic speaking.
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Captain Arctic.
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Yes, all thoughts are full of bleeding wounds -
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Everyone, as he knows how, passes his own meridian.
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Oh, it's so sweet to dream of other poles...
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Blinded by the light, I go out in his sails.
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And the helm is obedient, and the hand does not tremble
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Wrap one hundred winds in these precious silks.
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So high is the horizon between weeping orbits
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Where new pilgrims are waiting for the Seven Sunny Skete.
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Chorus:
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If I could take to turn back time -
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Now that's romance! |
Miracles of navigation!
|
But the lighthouse does not burn, silence! |
Captain Arctic speaking.
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Captain Arctic.
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Solo.
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There are so many hopes and desperate colds with him -
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He is the one patron of a hundred thousand lost souls.
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He goes straight to endless tears
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Astonished masts hoisting towards the miserly skies.
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Chorus:
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If I could take to turn back time -
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Now that's romance! |
Miracles of navigation!
|
But the lighthouse does not burn, silence! |
Captain Arctic speaking.
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Captain Arctic.
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Song chords
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No lost battles
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No broken vows
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He confidently rushes his faithful detachment after him.
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Let the trace be lost
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Somewhere below zero
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Brenne are all islands southwest of the ship.
|
There are so many hopes with him ... Among other peaks,
|
He is reliable like cold, like a flame he is indestructible,
|
He goes straight - Warrior of gloomy ice
|
From the ever-gray-haired cities weathered by memory.
|
If I could take
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Turn back time
|
Now that's romance!
|
Miracles of navigation!
|
But the lighthouse does not burn,
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silence!
|
Captain Arctic speaking.
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Captain Arctic.
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Yes, all thoughts are full
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bleeding wounds -
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Everyone, as he knows how, passes his own meridian.
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Oh so sweet to dream
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About other poles...
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Blinded by the light, I go out in his sails.
|
And the helm is obedient,
|
And the hand will not tremble
|
Wrap one hundred winds in these precious silks.
|
So high is the horizon between weeping orbits
|
Where new pilgrims are waiting for the Seven Sunny Skete.
|
There are so many hopes and desperate colds with him -
|
He is the one patron of a hundred thousand lost souls.
|
He goes straight to endless tears
|
Astonished masts hoisting towards the miserly skies. |