| I will build my own house, I will live in it myself
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| And everything will be upside down, and let there be noise
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| I will consider order and change evil
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| After all, it is considered evil. |
| These are my walls
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| These are my walls, these are my walls
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| These are my walls, these are my walls
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| These are my walls, these are my walls
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| After all, they consider it evil
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| It's a shame when you are not seen, but heard
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| You are like a snorer among those who sleep
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| It's a shame when you are not heard, but seen
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| You are like a soft sign after hissing
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| And I dream of living to be ninety-eight
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| To see how the grandson does everything himself,
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| In the meantime, I lived to my ninety-eight
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| Kilogram
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| Your word "goodbye" like a bullet you wounded me in the soul
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| And I glue it with tape, and it bleeds
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| And I'm like a granny who just got out of the shower
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| It seems fresh, but it seems not very
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| And I want to live as I want, so that the Muscovite would be envious
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| I will pay my executioner, because he is the most righteous of us
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| I shine a lantern on a candle - this is not right, right?
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| This is not right!
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| I will build my own house, I will live in it myself
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| And everything will be upside down, and let there be noise
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| I will consider order and change evil
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| After all, it is considered evil. |
| These are my walls
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| These are my walls, these are my walls
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| These are my walls, these are my walls
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| These are my walls, these are my walls
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| After all, they consider it evil
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| And I had enough pockets, but they always lacked thousands
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| How this place lacks drums, you know, dubs thousand
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| I had enough time to burn everything, but not enough to live
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| How this place lacks plates, you know, tsk-tsk
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| And at school I fucked with children, what is richer, lunches
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| Then he fucked them and fucked their bikes,
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| And then their parents came home to the robber,
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| And then my parents fucked me
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| We moved from low Khrushchev houses to new buildings and Stalinist buildings
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| Our felt boots are still not hemmed and old
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| And we persisted
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| Parted with relatives
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| We came in large numbers with Toyotas, Behams
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| For other people's money, for your own success
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| And we persisted
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| With relatives…
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| I will build my own house, I will live in it myself
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| And everything will be upside down, and let there be noise
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| I will consider order and change evil
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| After all, it is considered evil. |
| These are my walls |