| We moved out with McDougal in the middle of winter
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| My friend is from Tolyatti, I myself am from Kostroma
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| We would have lived until the summer, and there the ax-head,
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| But the cocaine was eight to three tooth powder
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| We had to move out through the hatch in the light of the jamb
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| She decided to go to Mecca, I said bye
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| I do not remember how it happened and whose wind blew in my mouth
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| I followed the trail of Castaneda - got into the merchant fleet
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| Where all the sailors wear skirts, the cabin boy has a knife in his mouth
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| Here we stood up for loading in the Ulaanbaatar port
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| I immediately rushed to the datsan, I scream, I want to go into retreat
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| And I meet Lagerfeld - I look, and we are on Oxford street
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| Our boatswain Pasha is with me - that's who keeps the style
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| He's wearing a Yamamoto jacket, Comme de Garson pants
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| And then this woman from the picture Monet runs in
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| Shouts - now there is an earthquake, we all quickly go to me
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| We don't have money for a taxi, I had to sell my coat
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| I swear, no one has ever seen anything like this in Kostroma
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| At first it was fun, then the "spleen" went down
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| When we licked the slime off those lizards' backs
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| The apartment had no passage from pagan shrines
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| I translated all Tsoi's songs from Urdu to Latin
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| When I finished everything they had between the window frames
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| I took the first subway to Thiruvananthapuram
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| And here we are rushing through the desert, the train bleats and creaks
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| And we're being driven through the dim stars by an old bluesman tranny
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| All around the devil is going on, then further, then close
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| Either the dances of the steelworkers, or the female fight in the mud
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| When I had my twenty-fifth nervous breakdown
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| I threw my feet into Kathmandu across the Great Barrier Reef
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| And so I didn’t shave for seven weeks, I ate mushrooms for eight days
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| I became like a man of heroic destiny
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| Shamans argue with doctors how I could stay alive
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| But I learned Swahili and changed the cultural myth
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| When aliens enter the village, I will throw them in jail.
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| We Russians abroad do not need foreigners |