Muddy muddied, severe frosts,
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Cold Saturday morning in Moscow
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There are clubs in the evening, and you should think of something,
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In order not to break off with a gloomy face.
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There are a lot of options, a menu for all tastes,
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But the main disadvantage is that it never happens quickly.
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These restaurants sell you dishes,
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Of the products, they are far from always clean.
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Portions are less than stated weight
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But carrying scales with you is somehow out of place.
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Through tenth hands, friends and girlfriends
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And yet, after all, what do we have in the end?
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As a result, in the right hand is a Nokia phone,
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For the umpteenth time the same number.
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Once again he answers that his master is temporarily unavailable,
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Apparently not bored.
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Where is he wearing it? |
I've already frostbitten my legs.
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I threw the campaign, but not today.
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We agreed on 8, or maybe they accepted the garbage,
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Right in the passage, then I don't envy.
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It's a bad thing if you don't immediately throw it away,
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In ob * barefoot at a marathon, he catches bad trips.
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Bird:
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The troubled time has not passed,
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In Moscow, you can still come up with something
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But everything is not so good
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There are more cops, they have learned to think.
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Chorus:
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If you stir up, stir quietly.
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If the phone is unfamiliar, don't pick up the phone, don't be a fool.
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You know? |
It's better not to bother at all
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And never go one way.
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Bird:
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Hey bro, how's life? |
Is there a maze?
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What about money? |
By five? |
Expensive, infection
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And what are the heads or the shalukha? |
Again a fool?
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Well, okay, we’re muddying, fuck him, at least some kind of movement.
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Ah, how long does it linger? |
Ah, is it stopudovo there?
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Ah, cheaper, isn't it? |
Ah, how many joints?
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Ah, do you know the huckster yourself? |
Ah, does a piece weigh exactly a gram?
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Ah, ah, ah, annoying...
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Questions like this bother me.
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It seems like people are serious, adults, but then, damn it, it brings.
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You call for them, you fuss, you ask someone.
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They are not yet satisfied with something when you bring something to them.
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Wow, what's taking so long?
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Well, what is this dill?
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Wow, is that a gram?
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Well, f*ck, muti himself.
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Understand, bro, I knew for whom I muddied.
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So I dug it out for myself.
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Chorus:
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If you stir up, stir quietly.
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If the phone is unfamiliar, don't pick up the phone, don't be a fool.
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You know? |
It's better not to bother at all
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And never go one way.
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In life it happens in different ways: this one cries, and this one laughs.
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But somehow monotonously, fate winds like poisonous ivy.
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People both handed over, and hand over, betraying for weight,
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Many have been in the subject for more than one year and don’t know how else.
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And I try not to interfere, I try to look at it from the side.
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Nothing is valued there except money, heifers and power.
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I want to avoid paranoia and garbage scourge,
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But there was another time, he poisoned the population.
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But that time has passed, I seem to have seen the light,
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Acquired a new outlook, so to speak,
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I thought: yes, well, all these turbidity,
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Checks, stamps, tables, grams, glasses.
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And how many times my mother burned me at home,
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When I found packages with goods in my pockets.
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Not once did she scream,
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Either competently smeared, or simply forgave.
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Chorus:
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If you stir up, stir quietly.
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If the phone is unfamiliar, don't pick up the phone, don't be a fool.
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You know? |
It's better not to bother at all
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And never go one way. |