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Forbidden places
We charge up, we go to Mom's
And it's no longer exciting
Our drug dealer has been drinking for three days

With eyes closed
We wait for the tsunami to come
Sealed and closed
All the envelopes, or or

From Troitsk to Paris
Just two commuter trains away
I will never see you again
And you will see me again, too

From Troitsk to Paris
A ​​hundred parsecs and a wingless night
I will never see you again
And you will see me again, too, my dear

Not blind, not deaf
We don't know who she is
She asks for wet rain from the sky
It must be autumn itself
It must be old age itself
Braiding leaves into braids of the wind
So what else is left for us
To impersonate decent people

From Troitsk to Paris
Just two commuter trains away
I will never see you again
And you will see me again, too

From Troitsk to Paris
A ​​hundred parsecs and a wingless night
I will never see you again
And you, my dear, are also mine

From Troitsk to Paris
Just two commuter trains away
I will never see you again
And you, my dear, are also mine
From Troitsk to Paris
A ​​hundred parsecs and a wingless night
I will never see you again
And you, my dear, are also mine

From Troitsk to Paris
From Troitsk to Paris
My dear