Boat and lamp
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A drop of talent
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And gallantly from above
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On the pseudo "Atlanteans"
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Breaking not ampoules,
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A ponta and slats
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And proudly, gallantly
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To the mountains of the "Atlanteans"
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Like pilots on the Hudson, so I flew to the beat!
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I took the muse, hugged it and threw it on the bed, like Khabib
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Yes, teeth biting elbows, not grandmothers - cutting the truth,
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But my boat did not crash, not on rocks, not on life
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I, as before, know that muzlo will not save me
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In poverty - not on the shield and in spite of everyone I go to evil!
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They shook hands with the stars, but as before, rap growls and yells
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Just as long as my posture is for two - not for four!
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The battles are behind - I heat the fireplace with bones from the closet!
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I turned off rap for them, now I only turn off the world!
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God only gave a downpour, His message is unattainably simple
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He doesn't care about appearance - He cares about inner growth!
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Boat and lamp
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A drop of talent
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And gallantly from above
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On the pseudo "Atlanteans"
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Breaking not ampoules,
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A ponta and slats
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And proudly, gallantly
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To the mountains of the "Atlanteans"
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And my best road in the world is to nowhere!
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Coming off my sneakers, I spit in the face of victory! |
To Nika? |
- Yes!
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It makes us more fragile and weaker, as a result,
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But the road is better if a skating rink rolls along it!
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Hey, Hey, Atlanteans in the stands, come down, people are here!
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We will cover three letters for you, open your mouth wider!
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Or stay on your chairs, until we meet in court,
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And we will put a cross by voting for you ... on ourselves!
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And I connect the lamp while God turned off the day
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I drink my drop in His spring water
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Give me pain, my thirst, money can't quench
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We were born in a shirt, but for a verse you need to drink it away!
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Boat and lamp
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A drop of talent
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And gallantly from above
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On the pseudo "Atlanteans"
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Breaking not ampoules,
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A ponta and slats
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And proudly, gallantly
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To the mountains of the "Atlanteans" |