| Tell me where is the meaning of life, where to find consolation
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| How I feel pain in my lungs when I breathe clean air
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| I would like to be a child again, find a mental ease
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| You can feel everything again without fighting for a salary
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| Regenerate, some things not survive
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| Know what I know now so I don't screw up
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| I sincerely believe that it can be normal here
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| In a country where a psychiatrist is a psychiatrist, a patient
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| I take everything on the bars and I can handle it myself
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| Children of broken families, shaped character
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| Our mothers scattered around the world and in the sky
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| Maybe this brightest star is shining for you
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| You look at those ignorant people from the hermetic world
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| They are still children in their twenties
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| They don't know life, everything is simple for them
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| So I thank fate for who I grew up to be
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| It's a state of readiness, a readiness of spirit, brother
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| In the worst moments, in this state, I can handle it
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| I don't race with anyone, that's why I drive
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| Always ready to fight, so keep that in mind
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| I go back to my places and visit the backyard
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| Here street businessmen made a desk out of benches
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| Although we are different, we have one thing in common
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| We all love this place and speak of it with pride
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| I'm riding a renovated elevator in a 30-year-old block of flats
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| It is a sign of the times for those who are here from the beginning
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| Like a carrion, normal on the outside and rotten on the inside
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| Children here have grandchildren and everything is fine
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| Students from the countryside like tourists in this area
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| They see nothing, although they graduate from sociology
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| Here the almighty money changed place with God
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| Wealthy investors clean the floor of blood
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| I can't do anything, I am describing it for you
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| So you know, dumb dick, what's going on around you
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| I am sitting on the bench, listening to it on the headphones
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| Always on standby like an antibiotic to the city
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| Tell me where is the meaning of life
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| Not to screw up anything
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| I am describing it for you
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| So you know, dumb dick, what's going on around you
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| The life of broken families, shaped character
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| I thank fate for who I grew up to be |