This song will help me sing
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My garden gnomes
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"Good Santa, read my letter"
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"Good Santa, I've been obedient all year"
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"Good Santa, I've been good all year
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Read my letter, read my letter"
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Let them die, let them die
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Let them die, let them die
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Let them die, let them die
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Let them die, let them die
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What we sow, we will reap
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What we put in the net is what we sow
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Content is multiplying, bring your gun:
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This gremlin was thrown into the pool
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A little and quiet dream of a replicant
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Electric sheep bleat for good luck
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What the fuck is the Voight-Kampf test?
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They should pass the captcha
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Ideas are rare - unicorns:
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They live for a day - have time to swipe
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What's a chick? |
YouTube blogger?
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Hmm. |
I'd throw a couple of strikes at her
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Move around the world
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But the plane crashed, the padded jacket was crumpled
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And coughing up blood is a bad omen
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There you are, be careful!
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Have you seen their prices?
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That bacon isn't even kosher
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Ma, me and the guys against the system
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And mostly central nervous
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(central nervous)
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Collective mind
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In the morning with a flashlight looking for bookmarks |
Metastasized to the brain
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Inoperable cancer of the uterus
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To a bright tomorrow
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We will be beaten by inertia
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She will give a myocardial infarction
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Do not take it to heart
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Motherland (Motherland)
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Chief father
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They keep fucking us hard
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The most abusive incest ever
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I managed to shout: "I'm in the house"
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Actually I'm in a panic
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The generation has the face of an angry schoolboy
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With portable speaker
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I am in the house
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Fire in cities and villages
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My evil garden gnomes
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Sing their song:
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"Good Santa, read my letter"
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"Good Santa, I've been obedient all year"
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"Good Santa, I've been good all year
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Read my letter, read my letter"
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Let them die, let them die
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Let them die, let them die
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Let them die, let them die
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Let them die, let them die
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Let them die, let them die
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Let them die
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My kids won't be bored
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They will burn and stick out
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Yes, you know I don't mind
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Everyone sticks out at the computer,
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Burning at work
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Without holidays and weekends
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24/7 to treat the jambs of fate,
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Do things and silently go bald
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Just like everyone else |
Loving and remembering the area
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Have the world dismantle its own
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We are the children of a rusty state,
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But we are colonies here, like ants
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(ants, ants...)
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We are children without the right to childhood,
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Children who do not become old
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The motherland will give out its sin to everyone
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And the first to throw a stone at everyone
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Grab the blades and
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We build barricades in the sandbox
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Our yard is burned down, we
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Wraps the darkness in the nets of Ungoliant
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With a wooden knife in my belt
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And a birch branch like with a machine gun
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We will crunch under the soles of the berets -
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toy soldiers
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I don't need money or power
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Give a swing, beat Kashchei
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I urgently need colored markers
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And bare walls in any room
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I will jump there for happiness
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I'll draw myself in my mother's arms:
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It's all that's left of our family
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On the decayed gray ruins
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Watch how they spin the planet
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Our old torn sneakers
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We will grow despite
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And hiding exoskeletons in closets
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We'll solve all our problems
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We read a lot of book readers
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The best songs are only about members
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The best selfies are, of course, dikpics
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(dikpics)
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Please stand up! |
Common sense |
Please stand up! |
Freedom of speech
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Please stand up!
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Hands behind the head, and in the paddy wagon
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Please stand up! |
Common sense
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Please stand up! |
Freedom of speech
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Please stand up!
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Hands behind the head, and in the paddy wagon
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"Good Santa, read my letter"
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"Good Santa, I've been obedient all year"
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"Good Santa, I've been good all year
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Read my letter, read my letter"
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- Is the jacket waterproof?
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So, warm sweater under the jacket
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If there are water cannons, in the cold
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Get inflamed instantly
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– I put on the thermal underwear you gave me.
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- My clever! |
don't forget the cocktail
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I made you three bottles, I hope that's enough
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Did you take a lighter?
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Yes, here it is in my front pocket.
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- You, most importantly, do not catch a cold there, okay?
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Be careful
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Lyokha dreamed of becoming an astronaut in kindergarten
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In a camouflage suit - with a shield, machine gun
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Club - and beat humanoids
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I hated the cartoon about the cat Leopold:
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Humanoids are enemies, humanoids don't get hurt
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A humanoid may look like a girl or a schoolboy
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But this is fucked up - and only
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Lyokha has grown up. |
Lyokha has stubble and bass |
Lyokha is broad-shouldered. |
Lyokha is handy. |
Lyokha has an order
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What is translated into dog language: "Fas!"
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And the language of humanoids for Lyokha is foreign language
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And all this means only one thing:
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You in the paddy wagon - fuck you, little fuck daras!
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And the owners feed from the hand. |
The owners provided accommodation
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The puppies are already growing up. |
"Yes, astronautics is mine!" |
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Lyokha thinks, taking off his helmet after the shift
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He, like Belka and Strelka, is just as loyal and brave
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Rolling in oil like cheese, gear system
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Aliens want to do
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From our planet, the second asteroid belt -
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Stop, come here, where are you in a hurry,
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Humanoids?
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Aliens - kaput. |
Aliens lie to us
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Aliens pull their tentacles to our feeder -
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So the aliens will die!
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Let them die, let them die
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Let them die, let them die
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Let them die, let them die
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Let them die, let them die |