They brought a herd from Bavaria
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(Woah, woah) Fitting on shoes from Italy
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(E) I'm flying to the place of the uprising
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(Salute) Hey, e, belissimo
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Whoa (whoa), whoa, they brought a herd of horses from Bavaria
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Age-old dust lays in layers on these shoes from Italy
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Whoa, whoa, I'm flying on a Sapsan to the place of the uprising, and
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We smoke potas inside an antediluvian building (hoo, hoo)
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I go from memory without a navigator
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Blew up with my brother - left craters
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Bags are full, but we are not collectors
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I'll lie down on the bottom somewhere in the equator zone
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The vectors are set, move your ass
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Not a step back through all the circles of hell
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With me a syndicate, it grows around the planet
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We caught the wind by the hand (Woah)
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Wow, got a new beamer
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She is from Ukraine, I forgot her name
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Footprints in the snow lead from links to Siberia
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A heavy step, as if on the leg of a kettlebell
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Until they bury it in damp earth
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By the wind rose I'm looking for paths home
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Among the latitudes of vast Russia
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Forever remembering her young
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A solid five in geography
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Wherever I am, I won't get lost
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And in geography a solid five
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Wherever I am, I won't get lost
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And in geography a solid five
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Wherever I am, I won't get lost
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And in geography a solid five
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Wherever I am, I won't get lost
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I have meat from Ufa, I continue this path
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Italian down jacket splattered with paint, but not the point
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With geography on "you", Mercator does not let you fall asleep
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I learned countries by tags and by currency rates
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I'm wrapped in Russian ice, I'm wearing the gold of Siberia
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In a Cadillac of the color of the night I slink like a white tiger
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I'll chop "Ride of the Valkyries" on a Chinese radio tape recorder
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There are peoples of all stripes nearby, and we don't give a fuck about regimes
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Everyone is friendly with me in unfriendly Russia
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I spin around the axis and in every city, all city
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I go on a whim, and not on faith - be surprised
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Everywhere they recognize the toponym, but their swamp is closer
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Beneath me is a rococo baroque bed
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Manners - outback, but become not taken away
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The french lace on her is brilliant
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I was seduced again, but what to take from me?
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In geography, a solid five, but we are shaken around the world
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I'll throw off my mobile under the blue clay
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Mounds around me - orient
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I'm personal with geography, your advice is superfluous
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I'm stuffed with maps like a navigator
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Let me show you - it's a common thing, I
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American chaise, in the palms of the Moscow bird
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We live in ancient cemeteries and temples
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Wherever you go, everywhere is a fire
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A solid five in geography
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Wherever I am, I won't get lost
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A solid five in geography
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Wherever I am, I won't get lost
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A solid five in geography
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Wherever I am, I won't get lost
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A solid five in geography
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Wherever I am, I won't get lost |