| I walk the streets of my beloved city,
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| From childhood I was warmed by different cities,
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| But I love exactly, exactly him,
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| I would even give my life for temporarily registered in it.
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| Here is my school where they taught me normally,
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| The church in it was paranormally baptized.
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| On that corner we smoked, laughed, drank,
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| And that's me a couple of minutes before they killed me.
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| How did they kill? |
| How did they kill? |
| How did they kill?
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| Something like dead tired and fell asleep
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| And there is no strength to wake up, no strength.
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| Touched to the quick, stabbed with a knife,
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| I go, and behind me is a bloody italic.
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| How to look with such dead eyes,
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| Alive in the eyes of my brother and mother?
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| Because of the chick, fuck.
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| In vain it is so with her boy, we are his boys.
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| Chorus:
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| Where there are problems, I am no more.
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| In this "no" to all questions, the deadly answer.
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| I go and look for a suitable rhyme for my condition.
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| Something seems to be eternal, peace, died, died,
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| Perplexity, early, early, early ...
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| Word for word, for word, word,
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| Contact did not work out, did not work out, did not work out.
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| Adult people did not hear each other,
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| It happens with us.
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| Even ashamed now to remember
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| How dreary everything turned out, it makes no sense.
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| Suddenly it flashed, flashed and into my meat
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| The sound is still heard inside.
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| I'm leaving now for the reception
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| To the most important doctor in the world.
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| Here he will prescribe pills, from which
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| I hope I go to heaven.
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| If they have against me
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| Type of weighty contraindications,
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| Get ready to confess, get punished with * yes-maso,
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| But there is no need for hell, no need.
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| Cells multiply. |
| Molecules: warm, calve, divide.
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| People fall in love, life goes on, the lost world multiply.
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| I understood why my topic multiplied so drearily to zero.
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| I crawl covered in blood through my beloved city,
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| And he died for the one he did not love.
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| Chorus:
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| Where there are problems, I am no more.
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| In this "no" to all questions, the deadly answer.
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| I go and look for a suitable rhyme for my condition.
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| Something seems to be eternal, peace, died, died,
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| Perplexity, early, early, early ... |