Dresser. |
Gramophone evil needle.
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Typhoid Icon Room. |
Fugue.
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Where have you been? |
When you were
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Sister of Mercy (in brackets - girlfriend)?
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Bad squeaky flat ground -
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The bed on which everything is conceived at once:
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Magi and desires, hunger and death,
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Friends and enemies, sons and grandchildren.
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And the smell of bedbugs is like the smell of perfume,
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Trouble dresses, primusy, elephants.
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Bass chord of harmonium bellows.
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Wrinkled armchair. |
Poems and fans...
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And the year is nameless, timeless age.
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War is not war, but dreary and blizzard.
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And there behind the glass is a young man
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And still a girl (in brackets - girlfriend).
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No, this is not a waltz,
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This is what I did for you
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On the way back.
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No, this is not a waltz,
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These are a few crumpled phrases
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Instead of the word "I'm sorry."
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No, this is not a waltz,
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This is just a sad story
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With an unhappy ending
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Yes, this is not a waltz,
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It is life that engages us
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With an indifferent face.
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Bill, give me a bill!
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I don't give a damn that everything flows around
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And tear down bridges.
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Pours all night long
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And iron lions at the gate
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Tighten their tails.
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Thunder, whirlpool, -
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Impossible to move forward
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If the memory is alive!
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Bill, give me a bill!
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I'm getting lost, but time won't wait
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And shakes the rights.
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One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three, one-
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This is not a dance, no, this is not a waltz
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Something kitsch, something worthless
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Again trying to lure us out.
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One-two-three, one-two-three, one, two and three
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You see - admire, you don't see - look:
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Pairs of dancers, trios of prancing,
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Birds, titmouse, starlings, bullfinches…
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Lighter, smoother, cozier, quieter -
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The one who fell asleep will never wake up.
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The one who woke up will see the posters
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And in the spring it will curl up.
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He who is stirred by living water,
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Squeezed out into a puddle and given over to oblivion.
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I go to the forests for you,
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To be in time for your rebirth.
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I fulfill orders and even
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Secretly take tips and balances.
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I put everything up for sale -
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Meanness, like sincerity, is universal.
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Greasy lines, dense shadows,
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Thin waist, well-aimed hands, -
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Waltz is a perfect invention
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To prolong the long-awaited torment.
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Leaf, leaf falls...
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Do you hear a super mysterious whistle? |
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This is the time has come.
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Leaf, leaf falls...
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If you still can, look back
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And - rain on the glass!
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Leaf, leaf falls...
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I have not been an optimist for a long time,
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I disproved myself.
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Down, still down...
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I waltz down
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But I really wanted to go up!..
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One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three, one-
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This is not a dance, no, this is not a waltz
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Something kitsch, something worthless
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Again trying to lure us out.
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One-two-three, one-two-three, one, two and three
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You see - admire, you don't see - look:
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Pairs of dancers, trios of prancing,
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Birds, titmouse, starlings, bullfinches…
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No, this is not a waltz,
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This is what I did for you
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On the way back.
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No, this is not a waltz,
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These are a few crumpled phrases
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Instead of the word "I'm sorry."
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Yes, this is not a waltz,
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It's just sad, sad
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Sad story.
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No, this is not a waltz,
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It's one-two-three, one-two-three,
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One-two-three, one-two-three, one... |