A simple route is like deja vu.
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The ones I love are waiting for me there.
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A cup of tea, tea invigorates.
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A ray of the sun will burst like a bandit -
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In the shadow of concrete walls to the music of sirens;
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To love and to be loved! |
- The rest is not.
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Everything is rotten. |
"Wake up," I whisper to you gently.
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You are my muse, love and hope!
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A passer-by suddenly smiles casually at us, -
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More often than not, I've noticed this before.
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Time, like water running cold through your fingers.
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Past these endless words without deeds.
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Everything is stronger, in the bustle of days -
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I always want to be with her.
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Only with her!
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Who are we two in the city of human stories?
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Between native and new, on the Third or Garden standing.
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What should we do, do something simple -
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To be worth something; |
on the Third or Garden standing.
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And the blue sky will be replaced by star dust,
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But we do not sleep - we trample on dusty dust.
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And I know, I know why
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At least for a moment stay in no plans and schemes,
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In the shadow of your apartments, close your world with a key -
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And stay in it, and not go on the air.
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Like giants along the roads of the house.
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You and I will go crazy again from the silence.
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So much to say, so much to discuss -
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Exactly the same amount to forget or let go.
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Little children, we, the big city -
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It's our voices running through the wires;
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And in pursuit of a dream - I'm forever with you.
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Ltd!
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To all those who are tired; |
and those who are used to
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To all those who screamed, but the cry melted away.
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My city does not wait, and we are no longer -
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There will be a trace.
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Who are we two in the city of human stories?
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Between native and new, on the Third or Garden standing.
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What should we do, do something simple -
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To be worth something; |
on the Third or Garden standing.
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Who are we two? |