We are not sent to study in London
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We do not dress in a fashion boutique
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Our dads don't work in banks
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And we don't ride foreign cars
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We do not rest in southern resorts
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Sunbathing in the country in slates and shorts
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We don't eat in expensive restaurants
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There is rarely money in pockets
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To some this life will seem dull,
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But real feelings are in full swing here
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Open your mouths, rip off your hats
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What kind of boys are open spaces
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The wind rips the leaves from the trees
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Clouds are floating in a puddle
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The boys look into the distance and believe
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But the tram is not running yet
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Check it out, there are real boys here
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For the moral health of the nation
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Check it out, there are real boys here
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For the moral health of the nation
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Rhinestones, furs, limousines, credit cards
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Brands, cigars, checks, business cards
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Clubs, parties, glamorous parties
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In our area, all this does not roll
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Expensive cars, cool phones
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These are just dreams for a kid from the area
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And so, year after year, we live proudly
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Like most people in any city
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Everyone is cool and brave in their own way
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In the labyrinth of gray five-story buildings
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This is my area - I was born and raised here
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For someone - a swamp, for us - stability
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Everyone lives here, as before
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With love and faith in my soul
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The boys look into the distance with hope,
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But the tram doesn't run anymore
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Check it out, there are real boys here
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For the moral health of the nation
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Check it out, there are real boys here
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For the moral health of the nation
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The producer will pass us by and not say
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“Well, guys, you have a type!
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Let's make a series about you
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How I have been looking for you for a long time!”
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The investor will not allocate a round sum
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Will not say: "Here's what I came up with
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Take the loot, don't need a business plan
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I believe in you, everything will be flawless"
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Far away wealth large quantities
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No education in economics,
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But there is love, true friendship
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And it's all nearby, but what else do you need?
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There is happiness, and it's so simple
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Don't be sour, hold on with a hammer
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The boys, smiling, look at the stars
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And they go home on foot
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Check it out, there are real boys here
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For the moral health of the nation
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Check it out, there are real boys here
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For the moral health of the nation
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Check it out, there are real boys here
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For the moral health of the nation |