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This evening has mowed down like a boomerang, the idiot who came up with the idea that time heals,

Time melts with memory and what was, I you, I you, I have not forgotten you.

You are mine, you are Carmen, I yearn like a wolf, I stick your name with my lips on the walls.

I march out of step, I swallow fragments, but do you want, do you want, do you want me to come?

A machine gun at the stars, without looking back at childhood.

And for what reason we are one blood for two.

And for what reason we never became kinder.

An icebreaker on an apple crunched halfway, splashed, unbearably

I love your lips, inches jump into centimeters, my karma, hoarse from nicotine.

And I pray, like a fanatic, to the letters in a column and I'm afraid to forget everyone, and not to remember you

And without fear I step on the roofs of St. Petersburg and I don't drink only what doesn't breathe fire.

With a machine gun at the stars, without looking back at childhood.

And for what reason we are one blood for two.

And for what reason we never became kinder.

The ultimate autumn is walking around St. Petersburg and to meet you, and to talk,

For us to bump into each other with cold foreheads, embarrassed, and for the earth to sparkle between us.

And for us to walk on bridges until exhaustion and for the whole night to be deep in sliding

And not to part, so for three days and so that the refrain: there are two of us, there are two of us, there are two of us, there are two of us...

With a machine gun at the stars, without looking back at childhood.

And for what reason we are one blood for two.

And for what reason we never became kinder.

We never became kinder...