Let's hang the windows
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Let's spit on everything
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Let it be damp and wet outside
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We will look at the village from the balcony
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We sail on the boat of love
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I have a job, you have a job
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And each other has us
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Under one blanket on Saturday
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And so the days flew by, and we only wanted to lie in bed alone (all alone)
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Melted blizzards or poured downpour, and you and I just wanted to be alone
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And so the weeks flew by that I forgot (I forgot)
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About the anniversary on Monday, which was already (I forgot)
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Brother leaves to serve, didn’t spend (I forgot)
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I don't give a damn who I loved there (uh!)
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Showed at work at the door
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Failed the exam in the traffic police
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Tried to borrow from friends
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But for some reason they all refused
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Zaya, this is envy, I know
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I take off my watch
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"Your signet is not gold"
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I put the cross on the scales
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And then asked questions
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How to save yourself from trouble
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Quietly took it and took it to the pawnshop
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And mother's jewelry
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This is style, sausage and roses, you sit in a taxi at the house
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I told you "Zaya, are you serious?"
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You answer me with your lips: "I'm sorry"
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Let's hang the windows
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Let's spit on everything
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Let it be damp and wet outside
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We will look at the village from the balcony
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We sail on the boat of love
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I have a job, you have a job
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And each other has us
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Under one blanket on Saturday
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Bitch, you're gone, but that's not why I'm crying (no)
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It’s not because of you that I’ll open the closet and mess up all the dishes (ha-ha-ha)
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I can return you, like an iron under warranty,
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But who will give me back the time that I wasted on you just like that?
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Wow, life is high, a friend has cancer, you have a beard
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Get used to it, bro, now it will always be like this (dea)
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Looking at you with apprehension, someone's child will ask: "Dad, why are you so sad
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uncle?"
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The father, looking, will answer: “You will find out about it yourself
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Soon he will notice you, shit will flow over his shorts
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You have everything in bright colors, you are such a mother's assistant"
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Time flies, she vomits in the toilet, you say "We won't leave him"
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And one day you'll get old and you won't notice it
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Time will replace your CD with Yegor Letov's cassette
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Time flies like spam on the net, did you miss everything for this?
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Quietly at the door death sits
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The carriage with the cross drove up |