| No matter how the earth spins, I am in unison with it
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| When the sun is in the west, I see a third dream
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| Sand runs in the clock, and I follow it into this abyss
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| And I'll fucking pierce that callus on my heart with a needle
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| I won’t fill trouble with vodka, I won’t settle in smoke
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| I run out into the street, there are only more problems in everyday life
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| The street is my teacher, the city is my shelter
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| A pond to wash away all sins, birds sing in the background
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| It's summer in my region, it's a dilemma
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| It's stuffy and hot during the day, but at night the wind and raves
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| Sleeveless T-shirt and over-the-knee shorts
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| We dance until the morning to the shots from the bartender
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| It's summer in my region, this is a dilemma:
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| It's stuffy and hot during the day, but at night the wind and raves
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| Sleeveless T-shirt and over-the-knee shorts
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| We dance until the morning to beats and samples
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| Golden-domed rays swim, I walk smoothly
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| On a call with the boys, there are a lot of plans for today
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| In the centers across the bridges, in the park I inhale the moisture
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| Now we need to cool down and re-think about the main thing
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| Girls roundup after live I'm fingered
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| My loved ones, I will tell you only one thing: you are all talents
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| Mood for five, just a thrill to pour lavender
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| Well, okay. |
| I won't buy my time
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| Young years, here they are, zhiganyat and scurry
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| Bracho, I don't need rest if I hit the stream
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| Give better ignition, bosses, smiles and salutes to everyone
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| With a bright jar I will pour failures along the contour
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| So that the gray routine does not grab by the throat
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| We chatted until the morning and scattered around the rooms
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| There is my truth in this, and there is a lot of rut in the other
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| I am chained to the sunset, the sun spoils with glare
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| After the pond barefoot on stone slabs
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| Happiness is near, bro, just try to catch his rhythm
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| From the bottom of our hearts, we read to you not cloyingly
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| Summer in my region
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| It's summer in my region, hey
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| Summer in my region
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| Summer in my region
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| It's summer in my region, this is a dilemma:
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| It's stuffy and hot during the day, but at night the wind and raves
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| Sleeveless T-shirt and over-the-knee shorts
|
| We dance until the morning to the shots from the bartender
|
| It's summer in my region, this is a dilemma:
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| It's stuffy and hot during the day, but at night the wind and raves
|
| Sleeveless T-shirt and over-the-knee shorts
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| We dance until the morning to beats and samples
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| Summer in my region
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| It's summer in my region, hey
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| Summer in my region
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| Summer in my region
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| Brother, don't forget the Market. |
| They are fathers, we are children. |
| I'll take good things from them and fuck
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| gossip. |
| Don't forget the Market, hey. |
| Fuck gossip |