When the city falls into dark, When the wind blows from the Neva River Catherine stands by the window Watching as the young lions go by They don't know what "Winter" means They are dancing They are free from our losses And they do not know what to do with themselves right now And they will enter when Catherine opens the door And what do young lions want? What do young lions want? When the world's getting ready to fall at their feet And they've got nothing to do right now But I won't say a word to them I won't accept the challenge Because it's not a battle Everything that we've done We still remain bright And everything that was mine Will still go to somebody else So, such is the taste of our victories Such is the green of our grass Catherine still stands by the window And down there the young lions are still marching... Young lions Young lions Young lions
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