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There are fragments left on my hands
Our love in the old Khrushchev
Words come through like a double-barreled shotgun
Look for my heart at a flea market
There are fragments left on my hands
Our love in the old Khrushchev
Words come through like a double-barreled shotgun
Look for my heart at a flea market

I made you coffee at three in the morning
Who else would want that?
Anyone here will jump off
There's a knife behind his back that's definitely sharpened
Something shorted in my chest
I'm out of power
Everyone tells me otherwise
Give without reserve
You don't need much
Better than a piece of chocolate
But not without return
What a big delicious cake
Consisting of poison

There are fragments left on my hands
Our love in the old Khrushchev
Words come through like a double-barreled shotgun
Look for my heart at a flea market
There are fragments left on my hands
Our love in the old Khrushchev
Words come through like a double-barreled shotgun
Look for my heart at a flea market

The years flew by
Cities disappeared
Where was the sun
There's a moon there now
My scars are fresh
They remember about you
Where was the love
There's a wall there now
In a dark room
Ghosts in me
Signs of love
Drowning in the void
No one in the mirror
Shadows on the wall
Heart without fire
Goes out in silence

There are fragments left on my hands
Our love in the old Khrushchev
Words come through like a double-barreled shotgun
Look for my heart at a flea market
There are fragments left on my hands
Our love in the old Khrushchev
Words come through like a double-barreled shotgun
Look for my heart at a flea market