He walked a couple of steps like that, there were no sounds in his ears.
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He wore a hood, which was his only friend.
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He only used words, he put them into frames,
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I framed portraits, burned packages in a bong.
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And he only believed in what was beating under the Vietnamese jacket.
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Southern Urals, where all roads will lead us to a durka.
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He is not a connoisseur of false books, he is not the owner of phobias -
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He is simply not at odds with himself, you and this world.
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By the time the planes were taking off, he was soaked to the skin.
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Who opens the calendar? |
He would like to go back.
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I call him: "He, from the shower stall."
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And I still don't know if I wanted to become one.
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This gift weighs more than life in tenacious paws,
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I left the entrance, but I forgot where I am, where the truth is.
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In the pouring rain we will drip to the ground together
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Past the big black umbrellas that have taken on all the soot.
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I am reflected in the spokes of the wheel, scurrying between
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Looking to the heavens and between the burped lies.
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I never set out to hide the meaning, god
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But it turned out that all words wear clothes.
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Chorus:
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Let there be wagons of sadness on my shoulders,
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Let there be a worn mark on my feet.
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But I don't know how long I can keep my finger on the pulse
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And is it worth worrying if he is not here.
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I just became like music. |
Like music!
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Look for me by ear, blindfolded.
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I am shuffling through the air with drunken steps,
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I hide my life in my mattresses, I drown in other people's tears.
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Let the description of life become the meaning of my day,
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Let the views from my window be like an eternal film.
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And I never saw a friend in any of the people,
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But we are ready to die for the feelings from the chest.
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They just opened the doors, just let them in,
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It's just that someone measures the sheet, someone likes to feel with his heart.
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Today I want to take and wrap myself in the water,
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Cold ass touching a shallow tub.
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Today I want to take and wrap myself in the water,
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Cold ass touching a shallow tub.
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And forget for a second who I am in a T-shirt,
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I do not compose poetry, I swallow water from the tap.
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Let your money turn to ashes today
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Let your glory turn to zero today,
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Let every friend see a brother in a friend today,
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Let today I remain who I once was.
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Chorus:
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But I'm looking for myself
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But I'm looking for myself
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But I'm looking for myself in the pouring rain.
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When I find you
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When I find you
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When I find you, I'll come home.
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But I'm looking for myself
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But I'm looking for myself
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But I'm looking for myself in the pouring rain.
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When I find you
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When I find you
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When I find you, I'll come home.
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But I'm looking for myself
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But I'm looking for myself
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But I'm looking for myself in the pouring rain.
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When I find you
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When I find you
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When I find you, I'll come home.
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But I'm looking for myself
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But I'm looking for myself
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But I'm looking for myself in the pouring rain.
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When I find you
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When I find you
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When I find you, I'll come home. |