Do you have any idea what you're doing with your life?
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Do you want to be like a mother? |
Do you want to end up like her?
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I want like me
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Land the plane
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Well, where we do not
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After all, there is eternal summer, and bad weather at home
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Oh sadness, that happiness is not in money
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And then I would be able to steal happiness for two times
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And tears to pieces, like a hundred through
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And I let go to the wind everything that I stole from the treasury
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In a foreign land I wanted to bury my heart deep
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The Gardens of Paradise are there, but I'm still a weed in them
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Well, where we do not
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After all, there is eternal summer, and bad weather at home
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Oh sadness, that happiness is not in money
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And then I would be able to steal happiness for one or two
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And before the images I am baptized with three fingers
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I pray, but I know that my soul will not stop hurting
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We are a fierce alloy, there is nowhere to put samples on us
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Forever and ever we put on the cross, even though there is no cross on us
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Russian share, we have every right to this share in the share
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The motherland will not let go, she gave birth to herself, she herself will strangle
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And instead of tears she has birch sap
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Everything is easy for me without her, but it is not easy for me to forget her.
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Your will whom to pardon and whom to execute
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For you, your children are ready to lay bones
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At sunset, he sat down to play, got up a moment before dawn, completely gray-haired.
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I lost everything, even though all were trump cards
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Well, where we do not
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After all, there is eternal summer, and bad weather at home
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Oh sadness, that happiness is not in money
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And then I would be able to steal happiness for two times
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And tears to pieces, like a hundred through
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And I let go to the wind everything that I stole from the treasury
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In a foreign land I wanted to bury my heart deep
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The Gardens of Paradise are there, but I'm still a weed in them
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Oh you Motherland - mommy, God - daddy
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A pillowcase of a cloud, the Sun is a light bulb
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State house, massacre, hut-hut, painted mansions
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Distant door, and in the door there is a feeder
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Where he was born there and came in handy, so they say like
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But, the land where I came in handy, I did not become my homeland
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It won’t be here because they have it there, not the same buzz
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Not that coming, brother, not that exhaust
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Haven't seen my father for a long time, on the phone and heart to heart
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Apparently the deadline has not expired, well, then for later
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Aunts and grandmothers tied black scarves
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Take, brother, a hundred scarlet carnations for me
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Everything is so with us, we come into this world not of our own free will
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We don't leave on our own
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And the chest struck a fraction - blackcurrant
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Oh, mother, mother, motherland
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It's a one way door, once opened
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You can't close it back... Eva...
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Well, where we do not
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After all, there is eternal summer, and bad weather at home
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Oh sadness, that happiness is not in money
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And then I would be able to steal happiness for two times
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And tears to pieces, like a hundred through
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And I let go to the wind everything that I stole from the treasury
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In a foreign land I wanted to bury my heart deep
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The Gardens of Paradise are there, but I'm still a weed in them
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Well, where we do not
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After all, there is eternal summer, and bad weather at home
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Oh sadness, that happiness is not in money
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And then I would be able to steal happiness for two times
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And tears to pieces, like a hundred through
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And I let go to the wind everything that I stole from the treasury
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In a foreign land I wanted to bury my heart deep
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The Gardens of Paradise are there, but I'm still a weed in them |