How are you, bro? |
- All the same, nishtyak.
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I smiled and suspected something was wrong.
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It doesn't happen like that, it's not fair, it can't be like that.
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When people are dying around you, how can you live?
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Huckster aunt-war took me by surprise
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I pretended to be crooked and danced until the morning
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Another anecdote about the recalcitrant people,
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And we can safely assume that we are not fucked in the mouth.
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They give me a medal
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For treason to the Motherland
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For treason to the Motherland
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Urla of provincial Russian cities -
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The walls are painted with patriotic shit,
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Everything around me reminds me of one terrible dream,
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In which I screwed up and opened my veins.
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Sad street blues, bloody everyday punk
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I fell in love with all the animals, because there are no people
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Without emptiness and lefties, without hateful ideas,
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Without good-natured fathers and indifferent children.
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I am awarded the medal "For Treason to the Motherland"
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For treason to the Motherland
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For treason to the Motherland
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For treason to the Motherland
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Silent faces of leaders, booze on every corner,
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I poisoned one scum and rushed to the bottom,
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And at the table they drank vodka, said toasts,
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And someone died in time...
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Waking up in the morning, I realized that it was impossible otherwise,
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Without thinking twice, he finished and fell off the window,
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When they picked him up, I was sitting on the side,
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Now no one will believe that I was in the war.
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I came up with the medal "For Treason to the Motherland"
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For treason to the Motherland
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For treason to the Motherland
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For treason to the Motherland |