| The world is shrouded in fear, the system is collapsing
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| Economic collapse, desperation in the eyes
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| The oligarch is getting poorer, the patriarch has changed
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| And the money began to melt right in the hands
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| Feel the scope of the coming changes
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| And feel how much smaller your dick has become
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| The happy ending is over, it's time for the tin
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| But to stand in any tin is a matter of honor for us
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| We stick together and write songs
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| To then fulfill them in the midst of repression
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| Explosive mixtures of hatred and flattery
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| Help put out our beats and lyrics
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| The time has come for the messiahs of all Russia
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| Time of desperate poets, social MCs
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| The time is now and don't slow down
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| As long as there is the power of the word, carry it proudly
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| Money is losing weight
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| Big business is dying, only a dark forest lies ahead
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| emotional stress
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| Launches new processes aggressive burst
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| Someone doesn't have enough space
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| Someone has been trying on a cross for a long time
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| And if you are still here
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| Dance to the sounds of our orchestra
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| Babylon on the brink of collapse
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| The confused herd sings legato
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| The system set them up - so they need it!
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| This happened to those who believed in the proletariat
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| Today people have a chamber of mind,
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| But they still don't know what they need
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| Priests wear Prada, grandfathers non grata
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| And for some reason everyone is looking for someone to blame
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| Time to change everything and put it in its place
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| Time of alternative perspectives, man
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| Time is not a plan - you can't smoke it
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| But it can be accelerated and braked
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| Everyone has the right to live, as well as to die
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| The blind have the right to see, the sighted must see
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| So bro the world is full of options
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| The main thing is that you need only motivation and facts
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| Money is losing weight
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| Big business is dying, only a dark forest lies ahead
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| emotional stress
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| Launches new processes aggressive burst
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| Someone doesn't have enough space
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| Someone has been trying on a cross for a long time
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| And if you are still here
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| Dance to the sounds of our orchestra |