| Sew me, mother, socks from the nineties
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| After all, on the night shift I have to work again
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| I am a palm-fringed crazy island
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| And the fruits on the palm trees are the years lived
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| And there are so many oceans around
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| Washing my shore meticulously -
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| Childhood yard went under water too soon
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| Rented living space remained afloat
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| I look at the Moscow Ring Road constellation at night
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| And it seems to me - I will be happy too:
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| Someday the salary will be big
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| I will find a wife and we will add up the salaries
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| We fly to Rome, and there at the same time
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| With its streets we will plunge into the evening
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| Alleys will be in the role of a variable
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| In an equation where the city is eternal
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| To make it all come true, you have to fuck like that, fuck like that
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| At the most prestigious job
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| Only this is what I need, or ours with her
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| Happiness in one-room freedom?
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| I trust in the golden chariot
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| For a trip in Roman
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| Inadvertently, you can live as a pro-office manager
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| Sleep and wake up with the first grandson
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| And wake up gray
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| With pension half-asleep blood flow
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| So is it necessary to fuck hopelessly
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| Going to the bottom of meaningless vacancies?
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| A mattress and a square meter are enough for me
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| I am a sound engineer, toastmaster, freelancer
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| It's better to dream, starving and against the wind
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| I am a taxi driver, a tutor, and I am happy
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| I will dream from hand to mouth and against the wind
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| A mattress and a square meter are enough for me |