God gave me to write poetry,
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And then the darkness went:
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I got it for sins
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Knowledge of the Prophet.
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Oh, my life, miserable -
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The song is my best.
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It's a pity that God needs me
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Just like a lost sheep.
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Lose me please
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And then everything hiccups me.
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After all, then I sin,
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To repent later.
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Chorus:
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Oh, once
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Yes one more time
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And many, many more times...
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And I really, like that sheep,
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And all around is a quagmire.
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If anyone did not know the Father,
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How does he know the Son?
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And the prophets of all stripes -
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White clothes.
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And on God at the authorities,
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Yes, there is no hope.
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If you want someone, go ask
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How hard it is to be a ruler:
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Vaughn, Patriarch of All Russia
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And the one with a bodyguard!
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And I will wave the glass and, looking -
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There is no more fear
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And I'll go for a walk
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Yes ... without body armor ...
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Chorus:
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Oh, once
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Yes one more time
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And many, many more times...
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Demand for Russia today:
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"Pop" has a full house.
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Christ embroidered in gold
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Oh, yes, on the red flag!
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And the truth wanders in wine,
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We are for entertainment ...
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And goosebumps on the back
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From His teachings...
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Like, if you throw bread to the dogs,
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Then you forget about the children ... but
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Do not judge others, and yourself
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Yes, you will be unjudged.
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And better, give everything to the poor -
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Truths are simple...
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Yes, give us any faith,
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And you will have saints!
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Chorus:
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Oh, once
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Yes one more time
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And many, many more times...
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And we are drinking today,
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Don't ask, I'm not in shape...
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Hear the angels sing: |