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He had arrived, the cab was taking him away
Always the same city, always the same stations
Barbarian churches
Saint Petersburg my city
Ivanovich is here
Ivanovich is here
And the sky is still so gray
And the rain every day so sad
Everything is closed, the house is lonely there
A rumor, a shuffling step, the door opens a little
And he is trained by those
Who call him my brother
Ivanovich is here
Ivanovich is here
And the sky is still so gray
And the rain every day so sad
In a corner of the house, everyone crowds around him
The girl looks faded and the boy looks embarrassed
The father and all the apprentices
Who dream of Paris
Ivanovich is here
Ivanovich is here
And the sky is still so gray
And the rain every day so sad
Ivanovich is here
Ivanovich is here
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