| Be patient, be patient, my soul, aren't you
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| She told me: be patient, my soul.
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| My mind gave me neither hands nor wings,
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| No heart, no motor, no shit.
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| Endure, endure, where else to endure?
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| Nothing is nice, nothing is sorry.
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| And the head stubbornly climbs into the noose,
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| And the heart asks for poison or a knife.
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| However!
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| For a hundred million fatal troubles
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| Life has an asymmetric response.
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| And here it is:
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| If you don't want to live in the world,
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| We need to be better friends with friends.
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| Together with friends, believe me
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| Stop thinking about death.
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| If you decide to destroy yourself,
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| You have to love your loved ones more.
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| If you love your loved ones
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| You definitely won't lose yourself.
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| Chorus:
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| At the slightest opportunity to be someone, one must be.
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| At the slightest opportunity to wash off this turbidity, it is necessary to wash.
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| And do not cry without good reason, my boy,
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| For the tears of men destroy the ozone layer.
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| Believe me, for thousands of thousands of fatal troubles
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| Life has an asymmetric response.
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| Again!
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| If one day you can't drink,
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| I need to buy something nice.
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| If you buy beautiful
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| You will dull the bitterness of the tie.
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| If you stop wanting a wife
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| We need to dress her up better.
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| In fins and a fireman's helmet
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| The wife will become desirable.
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| Chorus:
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| At the slightest opportunity to stand up and say, speak.
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| If you can lie to avoid trouble, lie right away.
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| And do not cry, for no special reason, my boy,
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| For the tears of men destroy the ozone layer.
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| At the slightest opportunity, raise a glass - pour it!
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| If possible, do not lend to a friend - do not lend!
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| And don't cry for no reason, my boy
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| For the tears of men... well, you understand, God bless you. |