| 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 |