| Let's leave the conversations in Moscow,
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| Let's take all the cash of the soul, -
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| We were assigned a meeting by the mountains
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| And we are in a hurry for a date
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| Memory torments and judges us,
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| But I say: Do not grieve -
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| After all, it will not be worse than it was, -
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| I'm telling you exactly, I'm telling you exactly.
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| Our dangerous road
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| Possibly a sad ending
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| But we are getting closer to God,
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| Removing all the scum of hearts.
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| Memory torments and judges us,
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| But I say: Do not grieve -
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| After all, it will not be worse than it was, -
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| I'm telling you exactly, I'm telling you exactly.
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| Oh, where are you, beauties, where are you,
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| Neither your crying is heard, nor laughter,
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| Young and old maidens,
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| Farewell, we went upstairs!
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| Memory torments and judges us,
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| But I say: Do not grieve -
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| After all, it will not be worse than it was, -
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| I'm telling you exactly, I'm telling you exactly.
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| And looks at the world majestically,
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| To the world of vanity and cars,
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| Our great state
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| Peaks not subject to others.
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| Memory torments and judges us,
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| But I say: Do not grieve -
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| After all, it will not be worse than it was, -
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| I'm telling you exactly, I'm telling you exactly. |