No matter how it throws and how bad it is,
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A brother has no ointment for life to complain.
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So let that investigator rest.
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We would like to have a bite to eat,
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Lean on and count like in a fairy tale.
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Sometimes you can out of the blue
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Somersault to death in a basin.
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Here you are hello. |
So it can throw
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What is the driver's watch far from the cart.
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If it was normally charged and will charge from above
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Then maybe you will be on the iconostasis.
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Fifty dollars in the air, windows wide open
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These are weekdays, not holidays. |
Is the trumpet ringing for you?
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And why are you nervous like an ulcer?
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Maybe you want to knock about how we got stuck here?
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Like dirty and blood and meat
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Weight in wheelchairs. |
Everything is clear to us, even when it is cloudy.
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There is no maza to prove something on a bet,
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You better tell me what's up with the helmet.
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It is necessary to do something, that the pelvis is idle
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The wind blows through, wolves love meat.
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Germans love oil, eyes are red
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And quite often.
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In short, big salam
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From wrestlers, hockey players and gymnasts.
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Hold the crab brother.
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You can't catch me
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I'm like a shadow in the city lights. |
A rocket is flying in broad daylight
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A couple of missiles from my brother's pocket,
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As from Baikonur, it’s not for nothing that it’s blowing from the sea here.
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A basin from Germany or a piece of iron from Tula,
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And the days fly by faster than bullets in Libya.
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The life of a brother oppresses, but will not leave stooped
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When the knife does not cut, the cheekbones will work.
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Words are warm and warmer than a blanket
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This fuel will last us for a thousand years.
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It sits deep and won't pull out the cop,
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The collar is not for wolves, keep that in mind.
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They are not afraid of shoulder straps here, brother, believe me.
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It doesn't matter Slavs or boys from the Caucasus,
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If there is a smear. |
The main thing is that it doesn’t smear from the oblique.
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And we lay on the main, even on red
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Smoothly, whatever one may say, life is beautiful.
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Even my brother, when it pressed hard,
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Something pitiful is cool and we will sting in a pair of helmets.
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It's a pity, but time is running like people on fire
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And there’s no way back, even if you’ve been thrashed.
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Life is like smoke in the midst of the bustle of the city
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Either whores or cops get cold at the curb.
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Such a mentality, get ready for anything
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Since ... I’m glad to do it, fuck your fingers here.
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So don't worry friend, better inflate |
A pebble from the outskirts will pull to the bottom.
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There are thoughts for the weekend
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Even when the output is zero, I give a volt to the micro, brother.
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Another cop is looking for a car according to signs,
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This dog is loyal as long as there's no wind in his pocket, right.
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I would like to return, because I lost it unmeasuredly,
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But the main thing is to be sure that there are a couple of proven ones nearby.
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You can't catch me
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I'm like a shadow in the city lights.
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A rocket is flying in broad daylight
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My thoughts fly out through the window,
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I'm like a cat with glasses, but squatting.
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I bask in the sun. |
The wing is shabby, but it casts bronze
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We are invisible, like radiation from the Japanese.
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I make music, although not Mozart
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Among the crooked mirrors, someone remains.
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This potential is working over the abyss
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It cuts like blades in the right proportion.
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Frank Sinatra or Joseph Kobzon
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Grand Canyon or hills of the Ural cores.
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London arsenal or Donetsk miner,
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Reception in the Kremlin or reception face to the floor.
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Distinguish people, otherwise you will be eaten
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Distinguish people, distinguish boys from goats.
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Distinguish her look when she is near,
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Otherwise, you will become like the hero of the “Let them talk” program.
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In Malakhov's studio, fuck him |