| When I'm with my friends, it's like the whole world froze
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| And do not measure with scales what we ourselves have created
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| There were other people's grievances, there was laughter with tears
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| Our destinies have tied us in knots
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| And we can no longer live without music, and not for the sake of fame, words flow from us like from lava volcanoes
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| It warms your ears like a huge flame
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| It's all for the good, not for the fucking lyamas!
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| I'm not right, not left - I'm used to only going straight
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| Through microphones, mibrans, we have grown old so early,
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| But still ahead, still go and go!
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| We have thirty to fifty-five years left
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| And if you're lucky there, then the sun will shine
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| Someone will hear us on the worldwide web,
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| And someone is sitting in a pre-trial detention center and waiting for the weather by the sea
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| If they find him under foot here, he will leave for years
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| I call on the people to appreciate all the beauty of freedom
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| Here the system works, but in reverse mode
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| If you run out of money, you immediately became strangers
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| Even for those who were friends
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| People believe in what destroys them later
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| That which destroys their home
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| I don't give a fuck if this track doesn't become a hit!
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| But those who are not led to antlers will understand this
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| Who does not strangle himself like a boa constrictor and a python
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| If this is not so, bury me in concrete! |