| I'm like a parody of melting April
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| So that you stumble over me from the first words.
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| In the left chest there is a painted door,
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| The drawn blow knocked out of the shackles.
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| And I kidnapped you all perfectly -
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| Robbery of the soul, throw everything in the bag.
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| Now I'll leave, all the stolen - to lie;
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| All stolen - be silent, you are no longer here!
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| And if you hear, let's go back
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| To our home, back to our home-home-home.
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| Or again be silent - a control shot in the face,
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| Like a shot in my face.
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| And as always - in my verses
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| Someone will die, I will kill someone again -
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| And it's so easy...
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| Hello from the bottom! |
| You're somewhere where the light and electrofunk.
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| Laughter, the leftist electorate - a dinner in tailcoats, social events.
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| I'm not there, here is the reception of glass containers, a package of poisons -
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| Caustic, like vinaigrette in the morning, no contact and nedotrakh.
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| A hundred years ago, in the summer, we so wanted the whole world to the ground -
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| Fuck burn the whole planet, becoming dust, ashes and wind.
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| How can I get a ticket back to you without prepayment?
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| The double-glazed window does not heat, the gangway drove off and the screen faded.
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| The detector is right - I often lied to myself! |
| I'm probably a helicopter. |
| In business, those who, without a goal and a vector, lay verses over octaves, will fail.
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| Surely those who predicted this to us are glad;
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| But I unquestioningly believed that there were no barriers and did not delve into their remarks.
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| Now, wander restlessly in the wilds of the mainland.
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| The lot fell to us, where the river winds in the darkness.
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| Rap is feces! |
| Hyperbole and synecdoche are everywhere.
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| If without them, that you are missing - a concrete fact!
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| The mirror tells me: "Drink to the bottom, drink to the bottom!
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| Your life is still full of days, around the summer din, not Guernica.
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| You have nothing to do with her, rather - a retrograde has become a technocrat;
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| Than you are the way she needs, kindergarten and it's time to grow up.
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| It's a sin to try to catch up with the shadow, nonsense, like Herbalife booklets.
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| There are no exemplary couples in the world, it's time to make a career plan .. "
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| And I, in response, nod: "Respect for the advice, bro!
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| If so, kill me like Derek Negra with a curb ... "
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| And if you hear, let's go back
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| To our home, back to our home-home-home.
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| Or again be silent - a control shot in the face,
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| Like a shot in my face.
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| And as always - in my verses
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| Someone will die, I will kill someone again - |
| And it's so easy...
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| I think rap hid me from problems.
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| Filled in the gap in the head that life is not an escape for the brand.
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| Get out of my apartment - I'm poor!
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| Plus, a liter of cognac will again replace my lunch.
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| Well, where are you that taught to dance at Christmas?
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| And our eternally hungry table, and melted your wardrobe.
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| They ran from all jobs, you were fucking worn out!
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| I saw it all, but we had to pay for the house.
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| So, endured the realities of the world.
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| We stole clothes, and we are damn beautiful!
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| My crime! |
| Get your cameras on, quick!
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| Two characters from the film, we will be silent - applaud. |
| *lyat!
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| And if you hear, let's go back
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| To our home, back to our home-home-home.
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| Or again be silent - a control shot in the face,
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| Like a shot in my face.
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| I could build a great career.
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| Fuck the whole system and throw your ass in Cayenne -
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| At two hundred miles an hour. |
| In the hands of Jack Daniels.
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| I'm ready to get into your Premium now.
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| I drive into the opposite direction when I see you.
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| The bitch broadcasts a smile from the windshield.
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| Well, for now? |
| The foot crushed the pedal -
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| Such is our daring last kiss, |
| It's a pity...
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| And if you hear, let's go back
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| To our home, back to our home-home-home.
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| Or again be silent - a control shot in the face,
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| Like a shot in my face.
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| And as always - in my verses
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| Someone will die, I will kill someone again -
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| And it's so easy...
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| And we could stay alive
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| But it's boring to be alive here.
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| And if you want war again,
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| You hint, and we will repeat everything!
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| And if not, then laugh in your face -
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| We will still return to our home,
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| House-house-house... |