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Warm evenings
In the courtyard with a boombox
Rock and roll until morning
And cognac with Coca-Cola
Singing songs in an old Khrushchev-era apartment building
Playing the guitar
Every day, like it was the last
We lived it to the fullest

The old film of a life lived
Cannot be replaced or rewound
Ah, if only it were possible
To talk to my younger self
From a murky party, dragged home by the scruff of the neck
Where my mother had cried her eyes out
I would bring myself home, just throw myself in the washing machine
And wash off all my damn tattoos
Warm evenings
In the courtyard with a boombox
Rock and roll until morning
And cognac with Coca-Cola
Singing songs in an old Khrushchev-era apartment building
Playing the guitar
Every day, like it was the last
We lived it to the fullest
I would tell myself: stop messing around
Finish your studies and take care of your mother
Your habit of getting drunk for no reason
Will put locks on many doors
And a drunken night with some slut
Your loved one will find out and won't forgive you
Friends who drink with you - expect betrayal from them
Your surroundings will surprise you more than once
Warm evenings
In the courtyard with a boombox
Rock and roll until morning
And cognac with Coca-Cola
Singing songs in an old Khrushchev-era apartment building
Playing the guitar
Every day, like it was the last
We lived it to the fullest

You can sit and endlessly replay
The black and white plot of your life
And change your life in your head
But what we have - there's no turning back
The old film of a life lived
Cannot be replaced or rewound
Ah, if only it were possible
To talk to my younger self

Warm evenings
In the courtyard with a boombox
Rock and roll until morning
And cognac with Coca-Cola
Singing songs in an old Khrushchev-era apartment building
Playing the guitar We screamed
Every day, as if it were the last
We lived
We lived
We lived