I killed Shota Giorgadze in 1990
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Yes, I killed, I killed, I killed, I killed - forever
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Shota's life was very short
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Shota has been shot, Shota
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Shock, stone bag
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I screwed up
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Shota, most of all I want you not to be offended
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Yes to you - yes? |
— all the worlds are open now, right?
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Offenses - this is for us, for two-legged kids?
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Mosquitoes fly through the window
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They have a lattice - all the same
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This one is damp and cold
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In the previous one - smoked,
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And I never smoked, I
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Shota, forgive me, I took something from you,
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But did I give something?
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Did I give you a pair of wings?
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Well, flap our bunk with your wings
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Our bunks are burning, our bunks are burning, burning-ryat
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Our bunks burn at night - fires
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Hellfires, the smell of roasted pariah skins
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Smells of burning, gunpowder, sin
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God's creatures do things and burn
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They do it - and they burn, they do it - and they burn
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I fall asleep with the hope that today I killed,
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And tomorrow, suddenly, for example, I didn’t kill?
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With such hope I fall asleep absurd
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Tomorrow will be my trial
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If death has passed
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Shota will come home
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It will be great
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God looks out the window with a yolk
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On me personally
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God looks out the window all night
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On me like shit
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But it's still nice
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Anyway, attention is always nice
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Personally, Shota, can you imagine?
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This is your success
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Do you hear Shota?
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Do not ignore
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My bunks are on fire, my bunks are on fire, my bunks are on fire, my bunks are on fire
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I am young - they are burning, I am old - they are burning
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My beds are on fire, my beds are on fire, my beds are on fire
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I am annoyed at the position of his relatives
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They think that I stole Shota from them,
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But Shota was nobody
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The line of accusation is mine
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Shota was born not to be owned
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Maybe I didn’t steal Shot, but I gave him freedom!
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They ask me: “Where is Shota?”
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Well, I'll tell you where
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Shota is here with me, but he came on his own, on his own!
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Here Shota is like a native, Shota is like a brother to me
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Yes, Shota is in prison, but from the other side - from the front
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Dead he is more fun than I am alive
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Shota doesn't grieve, Shota is friendly
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Shota with new invisible friends
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Killed by us, cursed
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Invisible, killed by us, cursed
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While our beds are burning
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Our beds are on fire, our beds are on fire
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Our beds are on fire, our beds are on fire
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Our bunks
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Our bond is unbreakable
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You didn't dream like that
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He and I - we are one with him
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He walks through my window
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And lattices are not a question
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I outgrew them too
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Shota taught me
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My star brother Shota
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I am more than me
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I am me and Shota
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My home is your home, Shota
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My mind is your mind
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My soul is your soul
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My wife is your wife
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My son is your son Shota
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I'm sorry Shota
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My bunks are on fire
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My beds are on fire, my beds are on fire
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My beds are on fire, my beds are on fire
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My beds are on fire, my beds are on fire
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My beds are on fire, my beds are on fire
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My beds are on fire, my beds are on fire
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My beds are on fire, my beds are on fire
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My bunks are on fire, my bunks |