| Blow wind! |
| I am running,
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| But not from you, but towards you!
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| Blow the breeze into my chest
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| Then the flame will flare up!
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| Doo-o-o-o...
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| Doo-o-o-o...
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| Doo-o-o-o...
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| Well, fuck it, if we didn't change the world
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| Where roads and meanders have taken us, -
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| There was nothing there, only a room
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| In which a terrible picture with a sad clown
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| Well, fuck it, if the world didn't give a damn about us
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| Where the beds with a string of bodies took us, -
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| Nothing happened there, behind the walls
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| In which a terrible picture or a mirror ...
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| Well, fuck it, if the world where memes are murals
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| Where did the Tolstoys and Dostoevskys take us?
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| Nothing was explained there - there are no windows there
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| There is only a mirror with insane laughter
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| Well, fuck it, if the world is so plastic
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| Where did the refusals to replenish the mass reservoir lead us?
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| To whom to rattle bracelets, to whom freedom and a hole
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| Where is the only mirror in which the naive fool
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| And no longer rap - bitch, rock
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| Roy…
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| Roca give you sugar
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| In service
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| I stand proudly under the barrel
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| Something strongly blew from the mountains!
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| Doo-o-o-o...
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| Doo-o-o-o...
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| Doo-o-o-o...
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| Or maybe the world does not need to be changed, - you beguiled
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| After all, to explain the square of Malevich in the circle of the crowd
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| Maybe the same round idiot, more like a jester
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| When you fly off a cliff, you need not advice, but a parachute
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| And maybe everyone has it - his time will come
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| After all, only after swallowing dirt, you want honey
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| After all, only having fallen in love once, you will know the pain
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| After all, only when you die of thirst, they will tell you to sing
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| And maybe our world is explained only by memes
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| When every second Choi with his changes
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| Every third is a prophet, every fifth is a king
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| Every first, first and last is the "last hero"
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| Who asks questions will find answers in time
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| After all, if against the wind - all your words to the wind
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| Only you heard them, which means you didn’t sing them for everyone
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| That's why in a huge mirror then I heard laughter
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| And I know it's all in vain, but lips
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| The coals sing and burn...
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| And just as stubbornly I substitute
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| So that you notice the flame!
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| Doo-o-o-o...
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| Doo-o-o-o...
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| Doo-o-o-o... |