Idle hype, crazy trash in the shadow,
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Sorrow and revenge, cash and geisha dances.
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And it was said "love is not a flirt, not a fetish"
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You are all different here, if you are rude, you will leave.
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The motorcade is flying, firebrands are smoldering in the fire.
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Surveillance for cups, tails windows.
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External enemy, I hobble on foot,
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Freedom over the edge, of course, would have been hung before.
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We still have a rebellion in the depths of the soul,
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For so much support, where they drown for pennies.
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The tsar and the slave, clean-shaven and the Jew, came in,
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With the sign of the cross you are in the midst and in the wilderness.
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For someone a silhouette in the rye, for someone and an erysipelas,
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We cannot escape the end, we cannot become younger.
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I sort through symbols in complex concepts.
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You are not what you eat, but what gnaws at you.
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Chorus:
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Years are pouring sparks - it's not a pity.
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Teaches the proud, capricious - sunshine.
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Life itself is already a challenge - go for it.
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Dare! |
Dare!
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Years are pouring sparks - it's not a pity.
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Teaches the proud, capricious - sunshine.
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Life itself is already a challenge - go for it.
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Dare! |
Dare!
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So the century did not close. |
Alarm clock, morning.
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Winding lay the path, it was like yesterday.
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Mercury boils, the yards are doused, blown,
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The days are evil, brother, absolutely right.
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Like puppies in shelters, in squares and inscriptions,
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Kitchens are cabins, life glimmers through the portholes.
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Hush, baby, eyelashes are so close,
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In this fierce pool - it was sincere.
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I ask you to forgive me who fell under the heat,
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Cruelty and rzhach, could not answer otherwise.
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Not rich, not pumped up, without minced meat and a wheelbarrow,
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This is a pack of greedy and naive boy.
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A couple of friends, bunny, kicked the ball,
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The first time he gave back - his fingers rolled back.
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These bunny ears, sensory nerves
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The phone is silent, sadness about the lost.
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Chorus:
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Years are pouring sparks - it's not a pity.
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Teaches the proud, capricious - sunshine.
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Life itself is already a challenge - go for it.
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Dare! |
Dare!
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Years are pouring sparks - it's not a pity.
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Teaches the proud, capricious - sunshine.
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Life itself is already a challenge - go for it.
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Dare! |
Dare!
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Dare! |
Dare!
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Dare!
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Dare! |
Dare!
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Dare! |
Dare!
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Dare!
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Dare! |
Dare! |