Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the good old days, right?
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Everybody, the good old days, the good old days
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Hey, mumble-mumble - huyambl, yo, ee
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Sade is playing in my headphones all day long
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Early, e-e-e, hey
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Sade is playing in my headphones all day long
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Well, how eboshit, she sings
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And I believe that she sings for me personally
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Someone like me thinks that shit
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What she sings for him purely
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That her whole group plays only for him
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That they gathered in the garage, or where else they gather there
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Come on, they say, let's play Vasechka for this, he will like it
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The bassist says: here, they say, the little one left the boy
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The boy does not want to live; |
bass players know this better than anyone
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What if you don't sing "King of Sorrow" to him now
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That will be ascertained death before the ambulance arrives
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And everyone is like: "Yes, yes, let's do it, fuck it"
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Sade begins his "I'm crying everyone's tears"
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And Vasechka only heard the beginning of this song
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And he felt better, but I didn’t
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I know it's not right
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That they don't gather in garages, that the bass player isn't an asshole
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That the little ones leave when they don't give a fuck about catching with you
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That no matter who leaves you, you have no right to stop living
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What should have been reacted back then, at first
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When she answered comments to just anyone
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Or when she sees me looking at her screen and abruptly blocks
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Here, this is also a call
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Or when she started telling which of her friends where and how they rested,
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And I just came, I plowed all day,
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And then she began to like Neymar, a football player,
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And then she said that Pal is cool as an artist,
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And then she began to understand cars,
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And then I started listening to Deep
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And only then did I understand
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She got a type
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It became hard, as in the walls of the police department
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And at such moments of life, Sade is in the ears
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Sade moves from me to Vasya and further, to another Vasya
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Like a small one, it passes from me to Vasya and further, to another Vasya
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And I was in the tenth, she was older
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I came to the guys there, she lived there
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They sang with a friend for us, we smoked in a circle; |
from the eyes
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Hiding in a children's arbor, e
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And we hung on the tube, we couldn't sleep at night
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I made up jokes, she laughed out loud
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It was our year 2000, and now no one will understand
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How things have changed, yeah
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It's just me and Sade
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It's just me and Sade here now
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It's just me and Sade
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It's just me and Sade here now |