| Eh! |
| my strength mom
|
| Eh! |
| Carried me. |
| Cannon notebook, fucking (gun-notebook)
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| And let me shoot, otherwise I will be forced
|
| My music is high (music is high)
|
| Eh! |
| my strength mom
|
| Eh! |
| Carried me. |
| My gun is a notebook, fuck (gun is a notebook)
|
| And let me shoot, otherwise I will be forced
|
| Well, let sadness bury me
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| I will take from my God in cargo
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| The load was so, to the maximum, it was so thrown
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| Brother, forgive me, I'll return it to you
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| One, two, three years
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| Album no and no
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| You say Tima died, Honest in silence
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| I just wanted to say something new
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| How it was thrown on the Garden Ring
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| As a master of erythromycin in a pharmacy for capuchin
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| I'll take gasoline for delivery, stay with nicotine
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| I will remain myself, so that they do not say
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| Thanks for twelve chairs Billy (thanks Billy)
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| I so want to fly, but my wings burned
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| I'm flying away in my thoughts, thoughts on a notebook
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| Why do we guess on cards if we don’t believe in nature
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| I look at the stars through the window. |
| Stars, like people, do not fool
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| I so want to fly, but my wings burned
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| I'm flying away in my thoughts, thoughts on a notebook
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| Why do we guess on cards if we don’t believe in nature
|
| I look at the stars through the window. |
| Stars, like people, do not fool
|
| My music is high (music is high)
|
| Eh! |
| my strength mom
|
| Eh! |
| Carried me. |
| Cannon notebook, fucking (gun-notebook)
|
| And let me shoot, otherwise I will be forced
|
| My music is high (music is high)
|
| Eh! |
| my strength mom
|
| Eh! |
| Carried me. |
| My cannon is a notebook (cannon is a notebook)
|
| And let me shoot, otherwise I will be forced
|
| And year after year it goes and will go
|
| Unfortunately, there are no half in memory
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| I seem to need to stay, but I'm leaving
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| And it seems that I need to run, and I'm sitting
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| It often blows cold to me, gunpowder does not warm in the den
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| Hey boss stop me
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| Leaving, we go into the dead zone of the camera
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| I'm still saving for a month, passed the exams
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| These habits somewhere of my father's, mother's ancestors
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| My fortress is my audacity
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| We all sit in the cold, but we lack warmth
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| I love Russia, but I want to walk around the countries
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| So I want to fly, I fly high
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| And if I fall again, the earth is so far away
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| Why do I need wings, papa, if the wax is melted?
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| Your son has grown spiritually, true and glorified
|
| So I want to fly, I fly high
|
| And if I fall again, the earth is so far away
|
| Why do I need wings, papa, if the wax is melted?
|
| Your son has grown spiritually, true and glorified
|
| My music is high (music is high)
|
| Eh! |
| my strength mom
|
| Eh! |
| Carried me. |
| Cannon notebook, damn
|
| And let me shoot, otherwise I will be forced
|
| My music is high (music is high)
|
| Eh! |
| my strength mom
|
| Eh! |
| Carried me. |
| My cannon is a notebook (cannon is a notebook)
|
| And let me shoot, otherwise I will be forced |