Auburn sky.
Пылающее небо.
The kids have left the city.
Дети покинули город.
Oh what a night.
Ох,какая же ночь.
The crimson streets so pretty.
Heads held high.
So sweet. Delight.
Heads held high.
Such sweet delights.
Now dry your eyes.
Make a smile and go outside.
When there's nothing else to do.
Find the fun inside of you.
You'll become the lonely John.
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