| And the black raven does not fly south
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| And the black raven does not fly south
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| People are dying like flies
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| Because people are like flies
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| Haw a lot of dirt
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| From the bottom of the ocean I pulled my hands to God
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| Lots of grief and tears
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| Our fates are broken more often than bongs
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| Yes, we are like you
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| But only you know I'm more resilient
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| And we'll get tired too
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| Don't worry, anything can happen
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| Black crows soar in the sky
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| Black sky over the black capital
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| Dark people in a dangerous country
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| They drown their own, hiding their eyes with glasses
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| But you're not a sucker from the country of fools
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| People can't be stupid
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| And we share everything equally
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| We are like black crows
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| People in different directions
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| And we are like black crows
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| Very black-black
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| Very black crows
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| And we share everything equally
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| And we're together, we don't care
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| And the black crow does not fly south (south)
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| He is warmer here on the crosses (warmer)
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| And we go through a vicious circle (vicious circle)
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| Soul languishes behind a closed door
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| And the black crow does not fly south (south)
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| He is warmer here on the crosses (warmer)
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| And we go through a vicious circle (vicious circle)
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| Soul languishes behind a closed door
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| Black crows circled over the zone
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| Dark spots gray sky
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| Equally gave us the Lord
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| Grief, suffering, black bread
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| Mother Russia, I'm on my way again
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| From this shore comes a cart
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| I will not bend under the bitch world
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| And in spite of the garbage I remain a man
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| All in places, all my crows
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| To each crown of an old maple
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| Everyone is tired, the wings are frayed
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| The wind blew on the roofs of the wagons
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| There will be a flight to warm countries
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| Every raven will have a crown
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| And the sun will rise over the taiga
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| The black flock is circling over the zone
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| Black-black crows, everyone was looking at the sky
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| Black-black crows, wherever you are brother
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| The raven there overhead slowed down its flight
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| There we stood with you with our heads in a noose
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| Black-black crows, everyone was looking at the sky
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| Black-black crows, wherever you are brother
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| The raven there overhead slowed down its flight
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| There we stood with you with our heads in a noose
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| Black-black crows... Black crows...
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| Black-black crows... Black crows...
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| Black-black crows... Black crows...
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| Black crows... crows... |