I know where they make the coolest cappuccino
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And do not grieve with splashes from under jeans
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Do not rush to conclusions, this is the pinnacle for me personally,
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And for others, let it be just zero
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Musician go on, sing about the motherland, about the steppe
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Inspire us to release EP tomorrow
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Time flies, in 10 minutes you have to go,
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In the meantime, we ask for a bill and more coffee
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From the height of the flight of birds you can see us
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How we see clips, how harshly we judge movie bloopers
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Many have confused this life with a prototype layout,
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But she is alone and there is no need to follow from the corner
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Where is the plan? |
Where is my prepared mode?
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While we weave, but according to the scenario, we seem to be running
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Where is the director? |
Where is the illuminator? |
I am in the dark
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Where are these, where are those? |
Captured by four walls
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By all means, we all need to look for ways out
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And know exactly what you wanted
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And while I'm here, I have reasons for this
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I know where they make the coolest cappuccino
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No Lemans, no Carib mud
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Everyone around is raving about how to catch bigger fish
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More profit like in a dream, but still on me
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Old reebok and I look out the window at the first snow
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Add reasons, take away reasons
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Plus youth, minus wrinkles
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Minus another warm southern summer
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Snow on the threshold, ashes on the table, we hand over tickets
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Plus it blows the wind so fast
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We take time. |
And I have to go, but tomorrow everyone will come here
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Everyone knows where they make the best cappuccino
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Add reasons, take away reasons
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I know where they make the coolest cappuccino
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My conscience worries me, so there are reasons for that
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Without hesitation, without haste, I go to Erbar while decorously
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And if you know a place where it's better - show me
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Until the winter cold shod into the spikes of the car
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Until the ranks bend us, we put Dino
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And don't treat me, I'm in sneakers, not moccasins
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And rap music is pumping from the speakers in any way
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Snair juicy meatball with a dense barrel
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Sampler, under which muti what you want
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Coolness in the heart like a damp wind in the plains
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In the mind of the ballad, in the blood a clot of seratanin
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Seven reasons to take another sip
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All cities. |
Anyone who is really ready
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We are like a skating rink on the pavement
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So the South-East has become cramped for us at times
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Waiters ask for more tea, now they drink pu-erh
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I like to casually get bored without manners
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The same ... seemed to be cool in Nice,
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But I ordered myself a double with sugar without cinnamon
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Add reasons, take away reasons
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Plus youth, minus wrinkles
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Minus another warm southern summer
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Snow on the threshold, ashes on the table, we hand over tickets
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Plus it blows the wind so fast
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We take time. |
And I have to go, but tomorrow everyone will come here
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Everyone knows where they make the best cappuccino
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Add reasons, take away reasons |