| What do you see when you close your eyes
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| Here even the sun is not visible, they say
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| There is no way ... to catch us, but we
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| We are at our own pace
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| Mutim what helps us to live
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| Soaked with life and dust
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| Here, without mazy, make a fairy tale come true
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| And time whispers I'll kill you
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| But we stir up what helps us to live
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| You can't even see the sun here
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| And the plots are far from positive color films
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| On boots dirt with dust and son
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| Can save Maz in time to throw off the fawn
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| Few of those who, if Cho covers his back
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| And strength lies in relying on your strength
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| For these dogs in blue, we are just rednecks
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| And the choice is small - to be silent or be killed
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| In an attempt to change something, many people died
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| By court order, or through a killer
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| Games of justice in the programs of the Beloved
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| It is naive to believe that there will be at least some kind of exhaust from this.
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| There is no way out, did not go to the polls
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| They don't care what they swear on - on the Constitution or the Bible
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| They shout for freedom at rallies
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| Treating the Country as a Firm - Calculating Profits
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| And do not care who decides Moscow or Kyiv
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| Better tell me how to live on a living wage |
| What do you pray for in the Cathedral of Christ the Savior?
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| In the heart of the capital of a third world country
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| Hey, citizen chief, how sad
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| To see the power immersed in despair
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| And then bespontu to heal us with clever speeches
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| We would love to chat with you
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| In the meantime, whips and gingerbread, shoulder straps with seals
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| Rapchina for which we are ready to answer
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| And while we are not running wild, hanging out completely
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| We swing for our own, so-and-so, citizen chief
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| Here even the sun is not visible, they say
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| Here neh ... to catch but, but we
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| We are at our own pace
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| Mutim what helps us to live
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| Soaked with life and dust
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| Here, without mazy, make a fairy tale come true
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| And time whispers I'll kill you
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| But we stir up what helps us to live
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| Killed by smoke and puerchik in the tiles
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| So you can't even see the sun
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| For some, life is sugary, for others - torture.
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| You sleep sweetly at home, and someone goes to the covered
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| Someone stirs up a visa to dump overseas
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| And someone is on the run and already half a life there
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| Someone, if Cho, immediately runs to the cops
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| But we are still trying to change something.
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| In texts, an even market is important |
| The line is easy to cross, but then how to look people in the eye
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| Pour bitter old people into a glass
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| What remains after us is our truth in verse
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| We don't eat what's on the news
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| And in our hours there is something else instead of sand
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| If so, be ready to take risks.
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| We have been crucified for a long time and therefore we are not afraid of the cross.
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| The king puts his people in their place
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| And people like you and me are here in the role of serfs
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| And waiting for reystaling is not an option
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| Either obediently in a stall, or hobble in shackles
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| Hey, citizen boss, but the crown does not press?
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| This is a fly in the ointment in your lime honey
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| Maybe I'm a fool and smash my forehead against this wall
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| But it's not for me to eat this bullshit, so...
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| Here even the sun is not visible, they say
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| Here neh ... to catch but, but we
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| We are at our own pace
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| Mutim what helps us to live
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| Soaked with life and dust
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| Here, without mazy, make a fairy tale come true
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| And time whispers I'll kill you
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| But we stir up what helps us to live
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| Here even the sun is not visible, they say
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| Here neh ... to catch but, but we
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| We are at our own pace
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| Mutim what helps us to live
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| Soaked with life and dust |
| Here, without mazy, make a fairy tale come true
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| And time whispers I'll kill you
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| But we stir up what helps us to live |