Mountains distant, misty mountains, mountains,
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Both flying and dying snow.
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If you know - somewhere there is a city, a city,
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If you remember - it is not for everyone, not for everyone.
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Strange people filled this whole city:
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They have thoughts across and words across,
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And in conversations they recognize only disputes,
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And there are no roads out of there.
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Instead of houses, people in this city have the sky,
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They have the hands of their loved ones instead of apartments.
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I have never been in this city, never been,
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I'm looking for everything and I can't find him.
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If they are hurt, they do not cry, but laugh,
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If they are having fun, they drink good wines.
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Women's hair, women's hair curly
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And disorder will notice comfort for them.
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I sometimes passed through this city -
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I would like to see, but I did not notice him.
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And behind silence or behind conversation
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I walked around the city, went out and did not meet.
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By train, no! |
I can't get there by train.
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And by plane, moreover, you can’t fly.
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He will tremble with a mirage, he will respond with an echo.
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And I will find, I want, and I need to want. |