| We didn't read many books, but we respected the elders.
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| Children of the city outskirts, Stalin's five-story buildings
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| Day and night we are in that shabby basement
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| They painted their lives not like a child so dreaming
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| No one then knew where this road would lead us.
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| Who will leave according to the article who will see God first
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| Who will wallow in poverty, who will catch the amount on the bills
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| Who will be seen on the shield and who will be seen with a shield in their hands
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| Where was the fear when we went to work over and over again
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| When the loud sound of the siren breaks through the body
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| Brother, you run, if I take the whole blow on myself
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| Everything that you can carry away, then we will share as a family.
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| As a family, in the moment it seemed impossible for us
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| The fact that time can scatter us anywhere in life
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| That one day our friendship will also be the past
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| Like all day long in the walls of that basement
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| Time to heal my soul
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| Memory anesthesia my wounds
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| When I think about friendship
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| How are my boys-hooligans
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| I did not betray the dream, it always gave me strength
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| On the way it did not drizzle like rain when everyone was drizzling
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| On the block in a black car, smoke and free beats
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| Next to the boys who have no price, again in the wilds of fuss
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| Young without brains and brakes
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| Each flew to its goal, as if hearing someone's call
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| We are like birds huddled in a flock, so much more fun
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| To the brim full of faith boys from broken families
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| Past the articles, on beauty, the way on simplicity,
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| We are just those who rush forward on the runway
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| Here everyone knows that someday will rise
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| But there at the end of the road I think it is hardly appreciated
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| We shine like stars but not the ones on the screens
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| We have a serious mood brother look for us in the deputies
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| We've seen everything the media won't show you
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| And we sincerely want our children not to see this. |