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Once returning from the metropolis back beyond the Moscow Ring Road
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Passing by the native nineteenth century, a thought appeared in my head
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Thought to achieve you need to work harder than you have to
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Do you know what I did with her?
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I locked her in the castle and threw away the key to the castle
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It is so crowded, because there is a meter from floor to ceiling
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She does not meet the dawn, does not see off the sunset
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And every day I take her away from the Moscow Ring Road.
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I locked her in the castle and threw away the key to the castle
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It is so crowded, because there is a meter from floor to ceiling
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She does not meet the dawn, does not see off the sunset
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And every day I take her away from the Moscow Ring Road.
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You see how you live
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You see how those who are in the top live
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Those for whom their business is not a hobby,
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You see how those who are in the ass live.
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You see a small Mercedes, those who don't give a fuck about diz or benz
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If there was a need to fill the wheels with clean oil
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He would not cry from them.
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Understand one thing, you know Moscow, you want to live at the top
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And you think about how you can bend the metropolis,
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Turn the city on x * yu,
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But why are you flipping through pictures of Moscow
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In the distance, you can only dream of a price
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That you walk like a fucking zombie underneath |
Without a goal, ideas, there is no difference
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You count other people's zeros and think how you can approach them
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Remember that zeros make sense
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Only if there is a number one in front of them
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Number one doing more, less water
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Number one, this is your core inside.
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Chorus:
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Once returning from the metropolis back beyond the Moscow Ring Road
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Passing by the native nineteenth century, a thought appeared in my head
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Thought to achieve you need to work harder than you have to
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Do you know what I did with her?
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I locked her in the castle and threw away the key to the castle
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It is so crowded, because there is a meter from floor to ceiling
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She does not meet the dawn, does not see off the sunset
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And every day I take her away from the Moscow Ring Road.
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I locked her in the castle and threw away the key to the castle
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It is so crowded, because there is a meter from floor to ceiling
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She does not meet the dawn, does not see off the sunset
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And every day I take her away from the Moscow Ring Road.
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Sleep does not save if the soul is tired
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The head is like a damn balloon inflated to the limit
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There, like skeletons in a closet, like cockroaches in bowlers
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Thoughts about a better life in the clouds, fuck them
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In Moscow, f*ck, and I'll look submissive beyond the Moscow Ring Road,
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And then how you enter the city as if with an airdrop |
Someone all the problems at once, en masse, plans in the furnace
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Through the ass went busy to work, work, work.
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In 24 hours we're just nowhere to go
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For those who have not seen, this is not dirt on their hands
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Like washed and wiped, not that you just can't leave
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Or maybe there is no public transport
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This place will stay inside you
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Suddenly he will remember something about himself right away
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Who are you, where did you come from, what are you striving for
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And how do you want to achieve
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What do you need to live happily
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Or how much do you want to stop
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But you need to remember one thing, life is like a silent movie
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Will burn out in black and white
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Or the color of the unit is painted with zero.
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Chorus:
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To achieve you need to work harder than you have to
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Do you know what I did with her?
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I locked her in the castle and threw away the key to the castle
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It is so crowded, because there is a meter from floor to ceiling
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She does not meet the dawn, does not see off the sunset
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And every day I take her away from the Moscow Ring Road.
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I locked her in the castle and threw away the key to the castle
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It is so crowded, because there is a meter from floor to ceiling
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She does not meet the dawn, does not see off the sunset |
And every day I take her away from the Moscow Ring Road. |