The Samovara is full of tea
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You stare unblinkingly at me
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While your car waits in the freezing rain
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I know your soul calls Moscow home
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But your heart belongs to Rome
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So for years, I've followed you in vain
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But all, will you ever know what you are?
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Dosvedanya mio bambino
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Dosvedanya mio bambino
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There is a place where only you alone go
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There is a world that only you alone know
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Along an endless balcony
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Above the Adriatic Sea
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I try to storm the Kremlin of your heart
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In Florence, we were on the mend
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But that Mazurka had to end
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We missed the naked trees of Gorky Park
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But all, will you ever know what you've lost?
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Dosvedanya mio bambino
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Dosvedanya mio bambino
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There is a place where only you alone go
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There is a world that only you alone know
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But all, will you ever know what you have?
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Dosvedanya mio bambino
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Dosvedanya mio bambino
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There is a place where only you alone go
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There is a world that only you alone know
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I heard you finally settled down, in a warm Italian town
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So I took the train to see you there
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Your wife is sweet and you're well fed
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Your daughter, tucked away in bed
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Still you looked at me with great despair
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I hear snow is falling on Red Square
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Valderi valdera
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Valderi valdera
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Valderi valdera
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My knapsack on my back
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Valderi valdera
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Valderi valdera
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Valderi valdera
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My knapsack on my back
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Dosvedanya Mio Bombino
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| Pink Martini |
