To everyone, to everyone, the decision of the mayor's office -
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"hang a musician who disobeyed immediately"
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Everyone, brrrr, the decision of the brethren -
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"drive him out of the city, out of the players, out of the radio"
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Everyone, brrrr, in the cities, in the pastures -
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"to his coffin immediately, and his coffin to the cemetery"
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To all, to all, the establishment of the town hall -
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"the poet needs to die, not to live in chocolate with us"
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Everyone, everyone, listen to the fucking musician?
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On paper, each medicine man is one scum in the word of signs,
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And what about from the inside out? |
Musician, you are not an angel.
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The halo is just a light from a lamp, did you take the rats away and immediately into the kings?
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Everyone, yes, listening to this is not fashionable,
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We also put on a muzzle, the authorities issued us a warrant...
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Order on the crust - forbidden chords,
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The prisoner is evidently proud - the rope on the throat will not save
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Poets, you can see the right children, go naked, undressed,
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They believe in fairy tales, they believe in deals, with the devil,
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But how so? |
Poet, I can't see you. |
Where are you?
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You were nobody, you became nobody.
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I sang a song, but a song, ha-ha-ha-ha
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Do you want glory? |
But no matter how I could write,
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There will be no wedding, with glory
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Tired of musicians, my daughter is not garbage,
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How are you up to your ears, like Dante's muse
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Everyone, the decision of burgers -
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"hang a musician and put him on burgers"
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To everyone, to everyone, in all villages news -
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"hang the musicians, we won't let them get on their feet"
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Everyone, brrrr, the decree of the time -
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"those who are outdated, they hang themselves first"
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Everyone, the queen's decision -
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"hang the musician, he took the notes too high"
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It's shameful to listen to this, you will infect my daughter with AIDS
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Your thoughts and ideas, fed up with this shit
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Didn't you have time to share the bed with glory?
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No matter how much you sweat here, we will hang you by a loop
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Neither your husband, nor your son-in-law, nor your weapons need you.
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Poet, I will arm you - "I love, I eat your soul"
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I am a world where you are a laughing stock.
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Wake up poet - you live in a dream, from the eyes of everyone - hang yourself,
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Unchosen - you're next
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I am the city where you have long been eating,
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You will not be published, forgotten on them,
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Exiled to heaven like a confession
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I am the world where you are a plant cut by the system.
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I am the world - where are you confused
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The world is where you are shot with every dead look.
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Your verse breathes incense
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Poet, we don't need you.
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The rats were taken away from the warehouse - smoothly,
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But what is the price when people don't like you?
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Rat catcher - applause, musician - noose
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To all, to all, the decree of the logas -
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"hang a musician, does not have the right to vote"
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Everyone, everyone, the resolution of the plane -
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“If the poet is eternal, then God must save him”
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To everyone, to everyone, we will say the decision -
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"to hang a musician and a poet, everyone's business"
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Everyone, the decree of the motherland -
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"to hang a musician and a poet, that's over!" |