We are night and day, is this not Moscow? |
Come on;
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But we'll sing here - it's not expensive
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If there is no T-shirt, I have a soul
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There is even something from which we stop breathing
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I will heal, write down, I will study you again
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In continuation of your native gaze to me
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There is a heart - I know; |
yeah i'm just holding on
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No, I am not silent. |
Do you hear? |
Sadness, I'm not in a hurry
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I will write this by heart. |
Let's throw moments
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And let my pulse beat to each his own
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Under the heart of my blues. |
I left sleepless nights
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It's hard to say when it hurts, and now it's getting worse
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Imagine what it's like without power
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Please - forgive your world already
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Glare from all empty apartments
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Save me from the frantic rhythm, you are not a passenger
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I am painfully familiar with this feeling, like I'm in a coma
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Roles behind the scenes? |
Come on. |
I will stay until tomorrow
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I am painfully familiar with this feeling, like I'm in a coma
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Roles behind the scenes? |
Come on. |
I will stay until tomorrow
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Pulse from the light of lanterns, and the black sky
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I haven't turned yet where I haven't been yet
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Let it scatter us and the years have sunk
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Let's remember here who is on the wires
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We fly, but we still burn to the ground, carrying the fog...
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In these words, only urban longing remained
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And so every day, we are all here from call to call
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The sun rarely shines here, look into my eyes
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In some places, the house was replaced by vanity. |
Silence around
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Says to each other, yes when
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Life nourishes the taste, like dew leaves at the window
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Sometimes I dream everything here, only in heaven
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In sums, we have no truth -
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Everyone lives here so that the day is justified
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I am painfully familiar with this feeling, like I'm in a coma
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Roles behind the scenes? |
Come on. |
I will stay until tomorrow
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I am painfully familiar with this feeling, like I'm in a coma
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Roles behind the scenes? |
Come on. |
I will stay until tomorrow |