flew
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Winged swing
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Rusty like orb
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And barely kept
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Lots of strength in the body
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We ate mulberry
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Matches bought
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Two floors are whitewashed
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Spring comes in April and takes me away
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By May, a bruise will melt on the back
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All puppies were distributed
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Let them blame themselves now
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And so it is always, medical routine
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And I will finish kindergarten - and fall in love
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I'll read the primer, dad said it would be a plus
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I'll put The Fat Of The Land in the tape recorder
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I'll go to Kursk, then to Moscow, I'll look at the mausoleum
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I'm just the type with two bags
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A fool with a rich thought. |
wait
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I can walk and talk - no longer offended
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What is your last name? |
I saw you somewhere
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Fifty in the kitchen and discuss the king upstairs
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Besides him, after all, who will lead the country forward
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When there are only enemies around - Russian tragedy
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What, really? |
Well wrap my escapism in pohuizm
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Test it for extremism with your committee
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While the rotten wound I pick with tweezers
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We walk without signs of life in the center
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And maybe tomorrow we will be reset by the CERN collider
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I did not get on stage to sing songs for virgins
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From us someone is in awe, like grandmas from prices |
I'm for grandmas in general in my face
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But you can't take all these billions with you in the end
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This rap adult thoughts tears in the spring
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On abandoned graveyards when the snow melts
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Our workshop collects V-2 in the concentration camp
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We will trap on your corpses - fauda
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Around devastation and blackness in Six Hundred Seconds
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And I will never be in those places again
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Among the Khrushchev, where successful access is prohibited
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It was embodied in order not to fit into the market of someone's muddy turbidity
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Law that drawbar. |
Zinc rode from hotspots
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And how it happened - suddenly became dust what
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We were regaled by the great helmsman who has sunk into oblivion
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Leaving idols from victories on pedestals
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Reminding us that the permanent emperor
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Not the same as Immortal Emperor
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Each scheme has its own business plan and its curator
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Again the hour of the bull, the chimes will strike over the ziggurat
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Sit and break your head - are you with this or that
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After all, it is difficult to see at the very root when such a branched stem
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And ahead is only sticky darkness and an eternal blizzard
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And white snow, like a funeral shroud, covers the steppes |
Fuck you like a parrot - Putin-Putin-Putin
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In a simple way, tell me how we will live?
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Hunger - aunt
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When there is no butter on the bread
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Malt - throat
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Life is hard and dangerous
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Cold is a whip
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And if there is no mode
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Young - walker
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People are mad about fat
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Hunger - aunt
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When there is no butter on the bread
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Malt - throat
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Life is hard and dangerous
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Cold is a whip
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And if there is no mode
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Young - walker
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People are mad about fat |