I'm used to people talking a lot
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I'm used to people pissing a lot
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Behind the eyes of harmless kittens, poison is brewed for you
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Waiting for the moment that you will be weak
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As long as the brother is profitable
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They crawl, flatter, how you gave them a start -
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Already competitors, lunch will not be shared
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Although on your grubs they themselves grew fat
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And believe that it's so fair
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With you, unlike them, everything was easy, got
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They deserve it. |
Pretty boys - outwitted
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And now you yourself are where they once were
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Their plan worked, they got their piece
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And not fools to share with someone
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They were taught to live like this, howl like that with wolves
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Didn't know another way to surface
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And got used to seeing the world around them like that
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Survive as you please, spitting on others
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Eliminate disturbing persons along the way
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And it doesn't matter if it's a young man or a girl,
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But I was not brought up by one of these, even though I live between them,
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But I kept my conscience and honor
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And how many of them knew, delegates from the bottom
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Who treated me like the last creature
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If they didn’t drown, then they didn’t have long to dance, to wail
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The boomerang will fly in and hit the back of the head
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Nothing is forgotten, no one is forgotten
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The trough is broken, and you are next to it
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From the fertile soil, flowers reach for the sun
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A little later, fruits appear in their place
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They feed on them and are glad that they are clean,
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But sometimes they come across like you...
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Parasites. |
From the fertile soil, flowers reach for the sun
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A little later, fruits appear in their place
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They feed on them and are glad that they are clean,
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But sometimes they come across like you...
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parasites, parasites
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parasites, parasites
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parasites, parasites
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parasites, parasites
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Flowers do not grow here, I collected my "I" bit by bit
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We walk along the bottom, and all around the faces change
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I believe few people, the years continue to run in a string
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I bent this world, I managed to cling to its throat,
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And the truth has ugly eyes and it's hard to look directly into them
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Why are you waving your pixie to me? |
Everything has already been decided for me
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Residential areas, there is a silent movie on the faces
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Native Russia bore a son, the threads of fate are a spindle
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Would you like to fuck me? |
It's not enough just desire
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And the stronger your network lies, the tighter I squeeze your throat
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You still need to do a lot, the dawn will open the veins - a knife strip
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It's better that instead of you fucking, Amy will sing to me like she's alive
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It's not that I'm worried, I myself am more cunning than a fox
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Lechaim! |
You can only dream of a piece of my loaf
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What kind of bird you are, I don't care: maybe important, maybe stoned
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When you crow, remember one thing: a boomerang will fly to your head
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From the fertile soil, flowers reach for the sun
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A little later, fruits appear in their place
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They feed on them, and are glad that they are clean,
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But sometimes they come across like you...
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Parasites. |
From the fertile soil, flowers reach for the sun
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A little later, fruits appear in their place
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They feed on them and are glad that they are clean,
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But sometimes they come across like you...
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parasites, parasites
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parasites, parasites
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parasites, parasites
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parasites, parasites |