Neon rivers run
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Along the arteries of the metropolis
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You stole my heart
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Even before birth, sleepless city!
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Hey, come on, Moscow, pull the trigger, wow!
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Discharge me whole, woah!
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Ownerless, quietly ticking backpack
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Throw at the ultimate subway. |
Home sweet home, woah!
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I, like Yuri Gagarin, hung on the radar in an aggressive environment
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I fought off the pack and on the sidewalk I hit the guitar in the bottomless nowhere
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The capital, a string of people, I shove them into empty eye sockets
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An advertisement for some rubbish at the MCC near the shopping center at minus thirty
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24 by 7 million colors, and one shade, it is gray
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My message is not for Moscow masks, rather a Serb will hear me
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This dirty air of freedom, I just can't breathe it
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Everything is normal, in short, but, unlike Yura, I have nowhere to return stupidly ...
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Neon rivers run through the arteries of the metropolis
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You stole my heart before I was born, sleepless city
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And threw without looking
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Spit out at the station in a predatory mess
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My modus operandi is a joyful grin
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Now it will be fun!
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Centripetal acceleration versus centrifugal force
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Moscow type of quest - to find a place for yourself even for a shallow grave
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A whirlpool of events, this, baby, is not Peter, this is Babylon, the third Rome!
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Gathered, got up, wiped the snot, applied camouflage makeup ...
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So they don’t recognize me, I’m their own among strangers for them
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The caravan moves on, let the dogs bark - I don't care about them! |
Don't care about them!
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Scanners read my bar code and write - crazy ... I don't care about them!
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There is no way out and no way back, the battle where I put it all on the line
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This is not a confession or a prayer, this is my immigrant song!
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There is absolute freedom to do whatever - Yes, no one gives a shit!
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To be a total bum or a fashionable gay - Yes, everyone doesn't give a shit!
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Grow a polynomial or a multi-beak - Yes, everyone does not care!
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Timati and Guf will tell you more about Moscow... Wow!? |