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... |