The scarlet sun is at its zenith, the alarm clock is ringing - respawn.
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On the soul is not Peter, not Pripyat, not Ghost town.
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Smoke thickens in the sky from smoking factories -
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And here, as usual, there are two troubles - trends and bots.
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Somewhere, drones are being shot down by enemies, trains are going downhill.
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He got up on the wrong foot; |
migraines, neurosis and psychosis.
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Exchange rates change, channels and relatives lie -
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I don't care much
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There is a dubak on the street, decay and darkness in the heart;
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On the Internet, as always, someone is wrong, but I don't care!
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There is a dubak on the street, rather it would be spring!
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What do I care about your catastrophes and terrorist attacks, I would not know about them!
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Dubak street, I want green tea -
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For someone to cover my body with a fucking blanket -
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After all, there is a dubak on the street! |
More like spring!
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What do I care about your catastrophes and terrorist attacks,
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I would not know about them; |
oak on the street!
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We are just ice under the major's feet;
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We're just "snow" on the pimp's cross.
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Steam from the prosecutor's mouth; |
Yes, it will warm up soon.
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The sun that does not see the city itself lives here, like Morlock.
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And only blood, like water in a battery, freezes;
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And we wander here in the white wild desert.
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We carry our sins like shrines,
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To put crosses to them in the cache of the world quagmire.
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Two sock to sock, sweater to sweater and scarf;
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He wrapped his neck like a boa constrictor, tightly clamping his nose and mouth.
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Winter will one day pass like a miracle, spring will come -
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Only along the way without us.
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There is a dubak on the street, decay and darkness in the heart;
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On the Internet, as always, someone is wrong, but I don't care!
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There is a dubak on the street, rather it would be spring!
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What do I care about your catastrophes and terrorist attacks, I would not know about them!
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Dubak street, I want green tea -
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For someone to cover my body with a fucking blanket -
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After all, there is a dubak on the street! |
More like spring!
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What do I care about your catastrophes and terrorist attacks,
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I would not know about them; |
on the street oak tree! |