Minor note, obituary note,
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The valves of the heart are scratched by the ambition of the bracho,
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Time just plays, just waits
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But we do not leave children a chance
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To be someone
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Forget me in a monotonous rhythm ...
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I can't hear the words!
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Then remember
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There the rivers smell of incense,
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Charuya, and at the same time the sun burns the leaves,
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Don't harden me with cold in the room
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Zero light...
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Voice on the line...
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Gloss on the couch - hey heard
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Outbuildings creak
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wind dance,
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In the corridors the chill feels the body
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As if the Leningrad case is being opened again,
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Armfuls of steel flew somewhere nearby,
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They flew like a wedge, and the stars went out,
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Beat me in the chest, I have a cold,
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Swear on blood
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Brothers or enemies
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For faith, the blade took on flesh,
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There is frost on the lips and the hands are blue, blue...
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Smoke somewhere far away blue stripe
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Ven, know it's easy for me
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It's easy to be the wind to cut these nets,
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Play god and demon
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Shambhala, what is my fault
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If read by lips
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To be your dream (know, know)
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I won't get tired of being your dream...
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In the club some laughter for no reason,
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Then you'll understand how a bitch smells like men
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Mothers - just cry, just know
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Children reveal secrets
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Which means
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My hate will take place in the booklets
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Those that are sent to the wind
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These dreams in the cold blocks of Khrushchev
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Hawk, smoke, rosary - what's the matter
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My brother,
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Do not forget that it was dear to us ...
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More expensive than gold
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More than father's advice...
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A tender mother only...
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More expensive than stone walls on both sides of life...
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The edges of the bed are smoothed along the line,
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A cold voice somewhere in a white coat
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squeaky rugs,
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I heard from afar - my friend winter is here!
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Paris, brother Richard,
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Then I decided to die without breathing for a minute,
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Hey friends, those who whispered in the corners,
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God be your judge - rest in peace...
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Smoke somewhere far away blue stripe
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Ven, know it's easy for me
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It's easy to be the wind to cut these nets,
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Play god and demon
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Shambhala, what is my fault
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If read by lips
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To be your dream (know, know)
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I won't get tired of being your dream... |