Lyrics Винтовка Харви - Мечта

Get up girl, just a little more
We must see a familiar city
Charming view from the hill
Someday we'll be there
You took off your uniform, evening dress
Finishes the sketch, let's start again
Visit your favorite theater
View every corner of the scenery
But someday, do you hear, Sarah Bernhardt
Will play its final role
And instead of a hospital room
House with mezzanine, tarot cards
Atlantic cruise, summer morning
The whistle of the steamer will wake me up
The trophies are removed in the box
But this is what I think about all the time

Blank funeral forms
Burn out in the nearest boiler room
The trams are shining, the cabbies are shouting
As if it were getting warmer
"Who's there?" I probably heard
The door slammed and only the wind
In the alleys of the autumn garden
Covers our tracks

I live ten blocks from April
Electric apples ripen on trees
Science fiction goes alongside modernity
Herbert Wells dreams come true
A group of schoolchildren at the entrance to the museum
Bank employees smoke on the sidelines
Temples huddle next to skyscrapers
Evolutionary theory and astrology
Through bottomless chasms and black ditches
Bridges and ferry crossings built
It's easy to reach an inaccessible dream
We'll get there by bus
Get up girl, just a little more
We must see a familiar city
Charming view from the hill
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Blank funeral forms
Burn out in the nearest boiler room
The trams are shining, the cabbies are shouting
As if it were getting warmer
"Who's there?" I probably heard
The door slammed and only the wind
In the alleys of the autumn garden
Covers our tracks