At the age of seven, I turned my cap backwards
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It was during the war that I first heard Gru and Sunshine
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Above the city of torches of fear there is no cry
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But they sang We love you, our motherland
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Even then there were no empty fields
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Until the freakin' creepy siren sounds are heard
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And then the shooting down to the basement, a mixture of cries and screams
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Well, today, he's not going to attack us, only the pussy flying over us
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Columns of people fleeing the knife of foreign killers
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I didn't mean anything because I was just a kid
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The army is proudly returning, I can see the smiles on their faces
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They would never back down, but politics is a game
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And there is a truce in the church, I hear the bell again
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Thank God we are no longer on the military's radar
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The Russians are leaving the city wagon after wagon
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And after the war I got my first new kimono
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REF
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As a child, I remember everything
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Land of the poor, misery
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The pictures I'm looking at are hard
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Because WE WERE just KIDS
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That cry remains eternal, like a seal
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There is no luck, someone is lucky
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But I repeat WE WERE CHILDREN
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It's time for a new release, it's ready to raise the slogan
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Zapad came to pick up Slob, and I went to school alone
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Rulers, dice and a compass, the noise of chasing children |
You've been stealing around school again, the principal is calling you mad
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Milan, middle school has come and you are rapping and singing for me
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You are not in class again, for August here is one for you
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Sort out your behavior, violence has no heroes
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You found bad idols on the way from home to school
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Drugs symmetrical which, many identical compounds
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In the city of fornication and sin, the devil takes you under his wing
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You are out of control, the last excursion is yours
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The school is buzzing about how you rolled all kinds of things
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I still don't have that solution to some questions
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Did I screw up basketball or did he screw me up
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Some anxiety comes over me when I think of my brother
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But if we are alive and well, give women and hunting!
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REF
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As a child, I remember everything
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Land of the poor, misery
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The pictures I'm looking at are hard
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Because WE WERE just KIDS
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That cry remains eternal, like a seal
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There is no luck, someone is lucky
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But I repeat WE WERE CHILDREN |