Eighties, rich house, Balton, gypsies
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Garik is boiling in a saucepan, guys are standing on the lookout
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We are waiting for them to cook, yeah, Budulai is a cook
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Although there is one name from Garik
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It's black of course - hanka
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Now a pure product is in use - Afghan, and then homemade
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Kumar in the kitchen, mortar, vinegar; |
shake wet
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There is a butor, then steam in the windows, the neighbors are in awe,
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And we have a fashionable hangout
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Then taking the drugs by everyone in a circle
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Bayan, ten cubes. |
Come on, feel our love!
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This is not the movie "The Needle" with a dead Korean
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Here above the flame the mug is heated
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Here the drugs are dispensed without a prescription.
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Even though I didn’t pay for a master card, these moments are priceless
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And still pop up in my memory
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If there is a god, then here he is!
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How many years have passed, but I remember everything
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89th, Scoop of agony, ointment, diluted with flour
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We've only just begun
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And let the most impudent rise up
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Please, however, brother, send me a dacha on a lid
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I was and remain a huckster, which means the devil
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By the way, I received your last letter
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And I read carefully. |
Okay, what am I talking about?
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Fuck him, goodbye brother
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Write do not forget
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The lads are cooking garik
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Kumar in the kitchen
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The lads are cooking garik
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Kumar in the kitchen
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The lads are cooking garik
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Kumar in the kitchen
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Khanka, ointment, Cooking poppy praying,
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And my bro called it Garik
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Like Vikernes Varg - twenty years in solitary confinement
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But this is figuratively speaking
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Eight-zero, everyone was busy
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Dead eyes fell from the lamp
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Only hard boiled eggs are cooler than us (back to front)
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Around the planet of the apes, I'm Tarzan here, but the bearded man is banking
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He stuck everything that was, took all the junk out of the house,
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Was there a choice? |
He didn't think about it
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After all, the disease breaks joints and reduces muscles
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And the old predator immediately went hunting
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Get the fuck out of the holes, mice! |
diamond knife in sleeve
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The pain threshold is lowered and a dead passer-by lies on the pavement
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I took only a couple of three rubles from my wallet and an engagement ring
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Then I felt sorry for the peasant, but the main thing is that he smeared himself with pepper
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It used to be a curiosity
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Scoop, black years, but you are not a trembling creature,
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And Rodya Raskolnikov, you have the right to white
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My childhood clean little eyes were eaten for lunch, probably
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These shadows in the tabor area
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Wherever we are, wherever we go
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Everywhere a wedge everyone has one ending
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Only I'm stuck here for a long time
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E, ram
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The lads are cooking garik
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Kumar in the kitchen
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The lads are cooking garik
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Kumar in the kitchen
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The lads are cooking garik
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Torchebase in the bath
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Blackie... what have I done? |
I'm ashamed, very ashamed! |
Why did you come to
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black dress? |
and in a raspberry hat? |
In such a dress, I saw you only in
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underworld
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Ahh, I came to say goodbye to you. |
We won't see each other again
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Ah, goodbye! |