I see it, Ulan-Ude is a crazy fractal
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I already hear, there ahead of the 47th block
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In the black courtyard past pink eyes
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I'm running like a cop is chasing
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In a sticky house where you can see the hole
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There awaits my shadow of tortured words
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My doppelgänger is suffocating there
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He is consumed by mute longing
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He drowns a white glacier in vodka
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While Moscow eats me
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Follow me with a half-deaf jamb
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Rappers yes double tongue people
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Behind them is a huckster, like a clever thief
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Wondering how to sell my flow over the hill
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Over the ocean where the cannibal lives
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On an anthill of shit
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He drinks a cocktail of broken souls
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And Hennessy urinates in your glass
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I'll tell him about my house -
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Primitive stone yard
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Unspoiled like a child
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And he will direct his greedy gaze on
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47th block (uh-huh)
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route 42
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(Uh, uh-huh-uh-huh, uh-huh)
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47th block, 42nd route, barely alive joint
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A half-forgotten courtyard and an unfamiliar circle
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Half-blind lantern, my old, barely noticeable friend
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The official chevron will burn, and the night will dress us in darkness
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47th block, 42nd route, barely alive joint
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A half-forgotten courtyard and an unfamiliar circle
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Half-blind lantern, my old, barely noticeable friend
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The official chevron will burn, and the night will dress us in darkness
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And I'll go back to my little house
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I hark two words on a jerky loop
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In a language that does not know the area
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In an ear hole that is closed to sound
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The moon will kill my wounded day
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And shreds of sleep through the curtain of the eyelids
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And the blue haze that cripples a handkerchief
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Will fall on the gray steppe
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Pow-pow-pow, Ulan-Ude, Ulan-Ude
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Ulan-Ude, hashtag oasis
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Flies over the steppe hi-tech UAZ
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Drunk strobe lights blink
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Incredible skyscrapers
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Raise their phalanxes into the sky
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Like a shadow on the wall from the hand of a shaman
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The palm tree is crooked in the balcony window
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Against the backdrop of the local sky
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In sunset pink make-up
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Interstellar crews scurry around
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And the townspeople are talking, they say
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Like, a rainbow in the Ulan-Ude sky
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Draws Buddha - Ulan-Ude
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Frozen over the city, akimbo
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And skyscrapers to his waist
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Ulan-Ude, oh, megalopolis
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Mirage open on a scorching afternoon
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To the blind boy-shepherd
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And the horizon is like a hot baking sheet
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Deep hides in the steppe
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Bactrian camel laughing famously
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Shameless head up
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And the sun sticks with chewing gum Orbit
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On this faded grass |