Mir and Gir...
The duet are gone...
The sky isn't a nebo, blue sky.
The sontse, sunshine, isn't shining.
And there is no more you.
Mir and Gir, the duet, is forever gone...
No...they are forever here...
Pust fsegda budet sontse
Let there always be sunshine
Pust fsegda budet nebo
Let there always be blue skys
Pust fsegda budet ma'ma
Let there always be ma'ma
Pust fsegda budu ya
Let there always be you....
I can't get that chours out of my mind
My russian may neve be good
But at least i know these words
I wish we could sing together
Gir
Felicity Boonstra....
You are forever in our hearts...
I, Mir, well spread our memorys
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