I scattered the ashes of my former
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I haven't spent even the best cards
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All subscribers are busy
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Where are my friends when I tell them the truth
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Get on the knee bitch
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I'm an asshole in life, but fuck off crying
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They are friends for hype
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I chose the path of not creating an idol
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Do not sell them the West, but write
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I know a lot of those who want fame
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For work on a couple of songs
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They scream that everything is not fair,
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But their word weighs so little and there is nothing in their heads
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Lack of ideas - yes, they know a lot about it
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You forgot that someone builds the world
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While the townsfolk pay for comfort
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Praise your own kind
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Club of anonymous lovers like theirs
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They hear a fashionable bitochek,
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But no tune, no punches, and the fuse is already burning,
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And why the hell should I
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Write dirt under 808 when there are no rules
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You built a framework for the genre
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I twist your school and choose the vector myself
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And I don't give a fuck
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You've seen self-centered assholes - yes, I'm the worst
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Yesterday I monitored how many of you are there,
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And today I don’t see a bunch of things
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Their tastes are a dense forest,
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But we only love rattling slang
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And we come out of gray and boring places
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And we carry a masterpiece from improvised means
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I will not stay here until old age, give me time to write
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Oh, don't let me die not a legend, lose my fuse
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Oh, oh, come for me my spring
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I've been waiting for you for so long, I've been waiting for you for so long
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I will not stay here until old age, give me time to write
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Oh, don't let me die not a legend, lose my fuse
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Oh, oh, come for me my spring
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I've been waiting for you for so long, I've been waiting for you for so long
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I will not stay here until old age, give me time to write
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Oh, don't let me die not a legend, lose my fuse
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Oh, oh, come for me my spring
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I've been waiting for you for so long, I've been waiting for you for so long
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If the artist's feelings are the means to kindle
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You play with fire, but go from simple to complex
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The path in verse to old age, from obsessive dullness,
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But without waiting for mercy, do nothing better
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When it became dark in the eyes, as if everything was covered with a blanket
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I take with me growth failures and Moscow dampness
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To the horizon of creativity that does not sing to me about satiety
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Look for the root of your problems in the patronymic
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You ended your life with honors, but what do you know about loneliness
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All words from the viscous pool
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All conversations are reduced to disputes; |
clear and cold
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I'll tell you how to live happily, fairy tales are inexpensive
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No time to wait
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Until spring there is too much ground from under your feet
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The Muse has millstones, and so many of us are ground in them
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I will not stay here until old age, give me time to write
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Oh, don't let me die not a legend, lose my fuse
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Oh, oh, come for me my spring
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I've been waiting for you for so long, I've been waiting for you for so long
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I will not stay here until old age, give me time to write
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Oh, don't let me die not a legend, lose my fuse
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Oh, oh, come for me my spring
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I've been waiting for you for so long, I've been waiting for you for so long
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I will not stay here until old age, give me time to write
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Oh, don't let me die not a legend, lose my fuse
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Oh, oh, come for me my spring
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I've been waiting for you for so long, I've been waiting for you for so long |