| What are these people in banknotes about
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| We spend nerves, hardly for good
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| Stuffed belly, stuffed fucker
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| Stuffed wallet, we trample for the truth
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| Correctly folded briquette from the text
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| And we are customs here with a fresh protest
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| Ale, excitement in stock
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| We are for the culture of Minsk subsistence
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| We cannot see the wealth of surpluses, fashion trends
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| I come from the village, but in the center of attention of urban types
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| Tramp of secondhand clothes
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| Foggy look, languid copper
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| Turn yourself on and turn off techno
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| Turn on the project, don't bring down the horizon
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| While puddles easily tumble rain
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| But we know that - there is no need to throw off the ballast
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| Time will arrange - victory on the scales is not important
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| Money sticks and smells like honey,
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| But lust will remind you of tar
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| Masterfully flew off the coin offers
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| First of all you are human
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| Overcome the fear of losing a shoveler
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| We are not animals to trust instincts
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| Trust loved ones in search of happiness
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| Looking for a spark, come on
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| As if weightless
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| As if weightless
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| As if weightless
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| We are, as if weightless
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| As if weightless
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| As if weightless
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| As if weightless
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| We are, we are here as if weightless
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| Each of my numbers is 7
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| Every one of my foes hangs
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| Each of my houses is life
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| Every jump is an elevator
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| Between districts it's jazz and solo
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| And today is the hour of the clock
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| Children twist, but not cigarettes
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| I'm sorry I didn't see
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| This is the juice
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| I have always been for relatives
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| So rub on the nose
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| You will not pull me away with the bait in the form of sums
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| People dig a hole, but I see them as servants
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| If it is necessary, then I will kill your bitches
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| Hey
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| This is my strength garden
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| Hey
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| This is my heaven
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| Hey
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| This is my girl's ass
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| She needs joy in me
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| So much for the family
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| To live here for a day
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| To live like a turret
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| Fighting them all off
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| Weight on the neck, but I did not disappear
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| After all, this is a matter of all years
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| Because that's what my father did
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| After all, I'm the last in the family
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| I won't leave the city, east
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| I won't leave my friend, love
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| This is my house and I keep my clan in it at number 7
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| Each of my numbers is 7
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| Every one of my foes hangs
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| Each of my houses is life
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| Every jump is an elevator
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| As if weightless
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| As if weightless
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| As if weightless
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| We are, we are here as if weightless
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| As if weightless
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| As if weightless
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| As if weightless
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| We are, as if weightless |