| After all, we are simply burning time, losing those who plowed
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| Who hastily floated side by side through space, today already apart
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| Your new friend is just a parasite, will last a couple of winters at best
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| "Are you kidding?"
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| “No, we need more kerosene!”
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| And I burn to the ground
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| Everything I see
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| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| What do you breathe
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| I burn to the ground
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| Mice squeak
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| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| No roof
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| I burn to the ground
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| What is below
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| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| Sky above
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| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| Field of cones
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| I burn to the ground
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| (It became quieter, I clean my soul)
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| I remember, two years later I came to my senses,
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| But I wore a freak on half my face, I was a comic book villain
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| I wrote for two years, but the text could not be filled in any way
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| I've been looking for comfort for myself for two years, my soul is a pilgrim
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| I walked through the wilds of the desert, where it is windy and strong
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| Blunt inferno carried the poor without strength aggressively
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| Faded faith so shone, but dimmed like a shone
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| By the standards of this world, there is no miracle, the lyre is silent
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| Guilty myself! |
| And who said that papyra is heaven for me?
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| But misfortune is shrouded like Japanese forests
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| And in an instant, voices from the sky lead the first volley through the nerves
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| “You composed everything so poorly here
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| He prayed for help in the field, but he himself saw
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| You're just burning time, losing those who plowed
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| Who hastily floated side by side through space, today already apart
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| Your new friend is just a parasite, he will last a couple of winters at best.
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| "Are you kidding?"
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| “No, hold on to the kerosene!”
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| And I burn to the ground
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| Everything I see
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| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| What do you breathe
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| I burn to the ground
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| Mice squeak
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| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| No roof
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| I burn to the ground
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| What is below
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| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| Sky above
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| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| Field of cones
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| I burn to the ground
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| (It became quieter, I clean my soul)
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| This is food for thought, and you will not hear the sounding bass from a backpack in the morning
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| After all, this is not a farce that beckons school hearts
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| Rather, leopards of the class "life-giving text to the masses"
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| What, according to the flock, will fast feed to burning places,
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| And everything is stuffy for me, like Krishna, I cling to the ledges
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| And along the way I see, I hang, because I get lost on the routes
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| Cush pulls like Marrakech
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| "Let's run! |
| How are you in such a hurry?"
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| Fuck that passion!
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| As if furious, puts on a pawn
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| Pah you!
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| Cash should not smell like something that gets dirty with the soul,
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| But fear between a couple of lines and a feast ends
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| Any call of a poet who wanted prizes and bread
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| "I simply burn time, losing what I plowed
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| Who hastily floated side by side through space, today already apart
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| My new verse is just a parasite, it will last a couple of winters at best.
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| "Are you kidding?"
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| “No, we need more kerosene!”
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| And I burn to the ground
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| Everything I see
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| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| What do you breathe
|
| I burn to the ground
|
| Mice squeak
|
| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| No roof
|
| I burn to the ground
|
| What is below
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| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| Sky above
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| I burn, I burn to the ground
|
| Field of cones
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| I burn to the ground
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| (And I burn, I burn, I burn... Kerosene!)
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| And I burn to the ground
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| Everything I see
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| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| What do you breathe
|
| I burn to the ground
|
| Mice squeak
|
| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| No roof
|
| I burn to the ground
|
| What is below
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| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| Sky above
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| I burn, I burn to the ground
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| Field of cones
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| I burn to the ground
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| (It became quieter, I clean my soul) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Год Керосина, artist - Drunk Mate. Album song 4 стены, in the genre Русский рэп