Who we are is the spark that sets fire to Kosovo
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We are somewhere near morality and somewhere near the law
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Come on when we meet about it not on the phone
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I don’t know how it is with you, but my wife is waiting for me at home
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She knows something but doesn't know so much
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I know that, like me, waiting for when there is udo at mihon
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Life and freedom are more important than one another
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This is the basis only in this way and not in any other way
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Who are we crazy meat in trendy sneakers
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Crazy dancing, greedy nostrils
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A generation, even on its knees, scoffs everything
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Essentially lives in poverty but hangs out like stars
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Do not judge, you will not be judged, quietly do not fuss
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After all, everyone takes no more than he can carry with him.
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And you, too, eat with your mouth and ass on both cheeks
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Judge not and you will not be judged
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Running from the corrals running past the law
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An endless run from the sick bustle of babylon
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Running from the corrals running past the law
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We spin this world while families are waiting for us at home
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This is Moscow wow, Allah agbar babah
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Gold glitters on the domes, as Mercs shine on large skating rinks
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Even the most bezpontovy here on big show off
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Fuck what cracks on the bird's and here on the bird's rights
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This is the usual alignment, tell us about the business, the boys love to neigh
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Everyone loves to eat well, just like you.
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So no matter how high you fly
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Someone will fly higher
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There is an entrance but no exit, the club of those who have no choice
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Neither truth nor lies, there is only a profit or loss
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And of course we are wrong, but only a slave does not break the rules
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And the one who flies all the time cannot crawl
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Who are we Moscow owls, the evil that gave birth to Babylon
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The bugs are eating our phones alive, but this is a show of mast go on any
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Padik or s class, cash or non-cash, with or without us
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Do not stop this process, it was and will be so |