From the cigarette butts of the bank swells,
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The house was driven away from the smoke,
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And the gnawed mosol froze in the fat.
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Sitting with my brother in the kitchen
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At the dinner table
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We drink vodka and remember this and that.
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How mom sprinkled peas
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In the corner of the upper room
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Drunk stepfather butted the table
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Just didn't mumble
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Do you remember, Gray, how warm
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It was in the janitor's room,
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Where is the Tatar of us, small ones,
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Greeted.
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Pigeons were eaten by a cat
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Yes, he was the only one
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The dove is gray, outbred, like us.
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But Seryozhka bit his lip,
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Planted a cat with a finca,
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We had two years left before prison.
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And woke up in us then
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paternal blood,
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Mother admitted that we are with him
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One test.
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Our stepfather became afraid of us,
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Bel face stood
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If my brother and I walked
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On him.
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Seen off early in the morning
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From the native porch,
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Wound life crazy the first term.
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And my mother handed us
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Father's bodysuit
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Patched up and down.
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She kept us warm
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Moth broken,
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Exactly one thousand seven hundred
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Forty eight days
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And when I left the zone
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On the "covered"
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Lost bro -
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On the "covered" more necessary.
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But mother did not wait for us
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And quietly died
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Just in time for the anniversary of October.
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And my stepfather, the bastard, disappeared at BAM,
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We do not hold evil against him:
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Everything that happened in this life is not in vain.
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And I drive in "long-range",
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And Gray is a sling,
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Three boys for two
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Yes, one son.
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We sit once a week
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They took - slammed,
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Mongrel like that
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Dove.
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Looks like they drank a little
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The house turned gray from the smoke,
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Unwound, dragged to the inside,
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And Seryoga began to gather -
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It was a difficult day today
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Yes, and I'm on the road again in the morning.
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And nothing that I have become
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Academician
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But didn't pass me by
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Life's beauty.
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Let it be difficult for someone
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Mondays
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And it's easier for me if I'm near
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Bro. |