Auto-party instead of again
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Right bank, Rostov...
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We write, we love, we speak a strange mixture of languages
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Drops of sweat catch the light, light, spotlights
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I am a sailor. |
My rose is the rose of the winds
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I break out of the shackles without a fight
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Mom, birds, Don river
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Children, the sun outside the window
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Forest school, common yard
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One planet common dream
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Edik, Lyokha, one house
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Sleeping bag, booth, microphone
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Nikita, Mitya, Andrey, Rostov
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After-party instead of dreams
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After-party instead of dreams
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After-party instead of dreams
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Afterparty, Afterparty
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After-party instead of dreams
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After-party instead of dreams
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After-party instead of dreams
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Afterparty, afterparty
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After-party instead of dreams
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Party instead of words
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After-party instead of dreams
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Party instead of words
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After-party instead of dreams
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Party instead of words
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Party instead of dreams
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Don't ask me: "when home?"
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Earth is my yard, spring is my home
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Even in winter, welcome to our musical house
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Make yourself at home
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How many days lived ... in vain - not a single one
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A pure beat is pouring not from myself
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I accept paradigms, change my view of the world
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There are a thousand reasons to stay. |
We won't run away from ourselves...
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Tours, games in cities; |
left, right - wires
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A cold star shines. |
"Where have you been?"
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Nikita, Mitya and Andrey will ask: "How are you?"
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Jump so that be healthy
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After-party instead of dreams
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After-party instead of dreams
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After-party instead of dreams
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After-party instead of dreams
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After-party instead of dreams
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After-party instead of dreams
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After-party instead of dreams |