I woke up with a smile, wake up and I will
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Evenings with boys and drunk doctors I will never forget
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I won't forget the lanterns, I won't forget the alley,
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But over time, I understand, quietly smoldering
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Like a cigarette, there is no answer
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Quiet dawns Quiet dawns
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Like a cigarette, there is no answer
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Quiet dawns Quiet dawns
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Mom will say: "Son is enough", but I'm not adequate
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I wake up in some kind of hut
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In bed with some Katya
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Our time of apathy
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It's a shame not to know the concepts, not enough hugs
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Let all the rains and thunderstorms fall on my hand
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I kill my crosses on the sidewalks
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I inhale this smoke from cigarettes into my lungs
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Life passes by, where is the answer to all questions
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The light will come on in the windows of the houses of all
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Towns, cities, all districts and yards
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A very small son, mother, with gray hair
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Tell me, mother, what is this acrid smoke for?
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Mom, this caustic smoke is given to young people.
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Today we are driving with him
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Mom, this caustic smoke is given to young people.
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Today we are driving with him
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Mom, this caustic smoke is given to young people.
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Today we are driving with him
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Mom, this caustic smoke is given to young people.
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Today we are driving with him
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Hood on the head, quietly past the area
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I'm not Malibu, here every yard is familiar
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I won't go there, shoulder straps are waiting for me
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What will I find there? |
The meaning of life is powerful
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Somewhere in the aftermath where I lost my childhood
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Somewhere I made mistakes there I will not find a place
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Messages from the yard, mom, I'm sorry for my son
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Sorry for all the mistakes, I tried, but everything is past
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Mom, this caustic smoke is given to young people.
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Today we are driving with him
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Mom, this caustic smoke is given to young people.
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Today we are driving with him
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Mom, this caustic smoke is given to young people.
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Today we are driving with him
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Mom, this caustic smoke is given to young people.
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Today we are driving with him
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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Mom, this acrid smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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