This summer is our summer, remember it
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We jump out the window without life jackets
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Smoke-smoke and cognac corks, and I
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Pass by, you, biatch, are so timid
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You are a sip of wine, like a young Ornella Muti
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You are drunk with yourself, so hungry, and let's stir up
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You're like Monica Bellucci, yes yes even better
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It's buggy with you, as with pony; |
remember there was a case
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After all, she will destroy you - ridiculous; |
not with lips, so embarrassed with the chest,
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And people told you, and what? |
Who are these judges? |
bullish
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After all, the nasopharynxes are waiting, drying up, the walker has left for the white
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Pantyhose's Adam's apple is tight, wet, you can feel the chill there
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Only lust remains: gasp at the hut and gasp
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It remains only to die with a wheeze on the chopping block: "So bad"
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The lilac black man will not give a mantle. |
Your spiritual father
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Purple bum - pierces with a rod and removes a down jacket
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Like blue smoke dogs mouths full
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Listen, that's enough! |
You are unbearably shy
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With a hill of bitter water in the mouth
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I haven't forgotten, remember you too our summer
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Hey, our summer! |
And-and, our summer!
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Hey, our summer! |
And-and, our summer!
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Hey, our summer! |
And-and, our summer!
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Hey, our summer! |
And-and, our
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We won't be saved. |
On the screen baby, Hollywood
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Mountain dirty dishes, people cling to people
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I've been here for a long time, consider already a year
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Depeche Mode's "Freelove" is playing. |
Maybe you'll have a drink? |
Here
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They blew in padik, we go to Patricks
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Will I have a beer? |
I will. |
Chips Pringles Paprika
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You are like VJ Marika, and this hoarse voice is chesty
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Yes, I'm not a junkie, just pale and thin
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What do we care about them, hurry up and lie down with me
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I so wanted to delve into your life with my body
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Show me like a vision to a visionary
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And we roughly puffed like pioneers
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Pensioners look after - you are seventeen years old,
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But I won't stealthily look around, no
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You did, but I didn't. |
hello army girl
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Like blue smoke dogs mouths full
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Listen, that's enough! |
You are unbearably shy
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With a hill of bitter water in the mouth
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I haven't forgotten, remember you too our summer
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Hey, our summer! |
And-and, our summer!
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Hey, our summer! |
And-and, our summer!
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Hey, our summer! |
And-and, our summer!
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Hey, our summer! |
And-and, our
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The plot is so-so, the character is at zero
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The spine on the back of the chair scratches "A.U.E."
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I look into the textbook: the letters, as if drunk, falling, dance
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At every point I see your fifth
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I pinched you in a corner in a padik
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I tried to feel the tubercles-hollows
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You painted bruises, combed manta
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Believe me, it's safe in the entrance, like the Lord's in the mouth
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Ants are drawn to the factories in ranks,
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And let's laugh in the faces of your crazy relatives?
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And let our stepfather hate us from under the cleft lip
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We are someone's Tamagotchi, but we don't know whose, alas
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We are little children - hordes are against us
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And passion, like a check, spilled in half an hour
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Childhood, like summer, ended forever
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Hello gray sky that urinates underneath
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Like blue smoke dogs mouths full
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Listen, that's enough! |
You are unbearably shy
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With a hill of bitter water in the mouth
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I haven't forgotten, remember you too our summer
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Our summer! |
Found summer!
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Our summer! |
Found summer!
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Our summer! |
Found summer! |