Along the Moika, they lead people by the nose
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Racks in bars waiting for guests
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In "Fashion" killed emo youngster at night
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I prophesied that all the end
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I stagger, smile under me the ground
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Cooling down for thousands of years
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A world without rules will crush us
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All that is possible is possible
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We die jokingly
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Summer in the morning, Magadan in the evening,
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And this city does not know what it wants itself,
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And progress is to blame for my troubles
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On a moped and a Mercedes
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I stagger, smile under me the ground
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Cooling down for thousands of years
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A world without rules will crush us
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All that is possible is possible
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We die jokingly
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Behind me is the past without a trace
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Below me is the earth, above me is the universe
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My gaze continues the panorama
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Ahead of me and on the sides - advertising
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Colored mold, everything has grown with it
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Where not to go, what not to touch
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Drills, pulls with force, persists
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I am aggressive, I splash out my anger
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Fly up for a moment with your thoughts
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Don't be angry with them, don't be angry with the world
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Below me is the earth, above me is the universe
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Behind me is the past without a trace
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In front of the hood, animal jazz in the player
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The look is aloof, in the forehead wilds
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Which I entered from an excess of experience
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And in pale monotony, perish everything
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I stagger, the earth is under me
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Mistakes let me go
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I stagger, smile under me the ground
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Cooling down for thousands of years
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A world without rules will crush us
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Everything is possible that is impossible
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We die jokingly |