In a huge country
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Under the gray sky.
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People live among the rain and snow,
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Among, boxes, typical twelve-story buildings,
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Days drag on in the dust of city soot.
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You are not from here, are you?
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Then welcome!
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But prepare the amount
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And preferably in cash.
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We will show you what they breathe
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These quarters, and these houses,
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Along roads and sidewalks.
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Here everything grows, explodes,
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Boiled, muddied, consumed
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In the right proportions.
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And no fawn, all our own,
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They know where, what to get and how much it costs.
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Some people read books
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Others go to the forest for mushrooms.
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"Sixty" really inserts,
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If it doesn't drive.
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Maybe a couple Ferraris
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Pink, Mercedes or
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Half weight coconut for two?
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Who was sitting for what, when he sits down
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And when it comes out, anyone is aware
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These cases, in any weather.
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And if you got caught -
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Then do not spare money.
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Don't want to try on a robe -
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Collect greens.
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Nothing to catch in this hole
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Divided into districts, at the metro station,
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To cell phones,
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For those who write laws
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And who does them.
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But this life is for something,
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I vryatka change.
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Slim, Lexus (Chorus) 2x
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Cars, garages, wet roofs.
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Floors, types, everything breathes something.
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Listen, tell me, do you hear anything?
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And I can hear how these floors breathe.
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Lexus
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The gentle breath of a candle
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I fill my lungs
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So light, I turn the volume down
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And urban noise, drowning in infinity,
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The inexhaustible power of eternity.
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Glare of traffic lights, new patterns,
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Capital signboards are full of metamorphoses.
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Stands threaten with new questions,
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Rich stores guarded by mannequins.
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According to this scheme - days then weeks.
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Factories work, ideas are born.
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Filled with gasoline
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The cars are moving.
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We see the same faces in the subway.
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On this topic, we quarrel with neighbors.
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Building new circles in this citadel.
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We will all be the first, even if not immediately,
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Intellects of the mind breed this infection.
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Slim, Lexus (Chorus) 2x
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Cars, garages, wet roofs.
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Floors, types, everything breathes something.
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Listen, tell me, do you hear anything?
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And I can hear how these floors breathe.
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Slim
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On the outskirts, well, in the central quarters,
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Among the factories and bars, we stir up the grass again,
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Well, everything is the same as before -
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We sand the sidewalks
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And we hope that there will be more, of what is not enough.
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In the meantime, in your room -
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Watching the news, listening to the silence
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I am writing these stories.
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On the fourth floor,
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In the first entrance
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In the apartment, at number seven,
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At the same place.
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Lexus
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Breaking the limits set by time
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We're trying to bring fate-bitch to its knees.
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We all run in circles, in the same direction,
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Trying to find a way out, in a new generation.
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New signals, radio antennas catch
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Trying to change the course of events in the universe.
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New tasks, replenish file folders,
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New messages, messages, messages, knowledge,
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Sometimes lead to inevitability
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To domestic conflicts, in our everyday life.
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Sharp aspirations, absorb the nerves.
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We write new recipes, brew potions again.
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Slim, Lexus (chorus) 4x
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Cars, garages, wet roofs.
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Floors, types, everything breathes something.
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Listen, tell me, do you hear anything?
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And I can hear how these floors breathe. |