Oh, and my mother pours salt on my wound,
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But what to do, my station is pain
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And all the problems were taken away by alcohol
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You know, I would like more such simple people
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Those who understand me it's hard to lose relatives
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My house, mother, quarters and many bad friends
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Yes, we may be fools, but I would like more alive
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There is something else inside, but it hurts me in places
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It is very difficult to remember childhood, father with tears
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I don't come here often, I disappear in cities
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The main thing is that I always remember who we sat with in the evenings
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Snow will cover my yard, and dawn will come again,
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And look into your eyes at least once for me
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And only rarely are the outlines of a face in the window
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If I could return everything, but everything has been on fire for a long time
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Snow will cover my yard, and dawn will come again,
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And look into your eyes at least once for me
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And only rarely are the outlines of a face in the window
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If I could return everything, but everything has been on fire for a long time
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Oh, and my mother pours salt on my wound,
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But what to do, my station is pain
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And all the problems were taken away by alcohol
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Everything around is empty and there are zero emotions
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After all, my mother pours salt on my wound,
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But what to do, my station is pain
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And all the problems were taken away by alcohol
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Everything around is empty and there are zero emotions
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They wrote to me, called: “Where have you been?”
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And where were you when you spent the night
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In districts, quarters, and in what he drove
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He passed melancholy in the shabby entrances
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Alas, you forgot about me
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You, you were broken off there
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You forget, forget
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And just don't remember
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I think it's not worth it, the station is pain
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This motive plays again
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Step forward and I'll follow you
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Alone again, Alone again
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I remember how it was, I know how it is
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Yes, no, never changed my honor
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And for those who were with me, who stood next to me
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For those who did not quit, questions were raised
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Snow will cover my yard, and dawn will come again,
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And look into your eyes at least once for me
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And only rarely are the outlines of a face in the window
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If I could return everything, but everything has been on fire for a long time
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Snow will cover my yard, and dawn will come again,
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And look into your eyes at least once for me
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And only rarely are the outlines of a face in the window
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If I could return everything, but everything has been on fire for a long time
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Oh, and my mother pours salt on my wound,
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But what to do, my station is pain
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And all the problems were taken away by alcohol
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Everything around is empty and there are zero emotions
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After all, my mother pours salt on my wound,
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But what to do, my station is pain
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And all the problems were taken away by alcohol
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Everything around is empty and there are zero emotions
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