In the house again dubak is unreal, eighteen degrees
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The boiler constantly stalls, the gate is frozen and no longer closes
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The dog does not want to go outside, the dog prefers to stay at home
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We need to wrap ourselves up, clean the car from snow and go to the city.
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Fuck this cold, rented Volkswagen Polo
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I move towards the metropolis, I listen to the radio "MEGAPOLIS"
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I found a lighter, but I forgot the cigarettes in another jacket
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The washer is over again and the voice of Vasily Utkin is already infuriating
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I can't live without this city, but this has never happened to me before.
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Tired of hanging overhead this dark gray sky for six months
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Tired of standing in this traffic jam for three hours from home to the center
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I scratched my turnips and decided to change the situation for a week
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"Hello, brother. |
I'm flying. |
Meet me on Monday
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Am I disturbing you there? |
If so, I can stop at the hotel"
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Favorite "ball", because of the snowfall, I think that I will not have time
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But the Higher powers decide, so "Shalom, Jewish friends"
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Rustling favorite song from the record
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I'm drowning in an armchair, the room is hazy
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Everything is always in a hurry, everything is on the run
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But we don't drive - Rigos, Slim and Guf
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Rustling favorite song from the record
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I'm drowning in an armchair, the room is hazy
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Everything is always in a hurry, everything is on the run
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But we don't drive - Rigos, Slim and Guf
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I'm standing in a traffic jam, overboard again some kind of diarrhea
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I got to the car, now I need to wash new crosses
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Kruzak beeps on flashing lights from behind, an important boss is being driven
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I reluctantly changed lanes in front of the Opel Corsa and pressed the brakes
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On the radio news, there's nothing new (nothing at all)
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They steal from us, we steal from them
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Food knows it's food, it's the law of nature
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But we are a gas station with a nuclear bomb (pow!)
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Nine points in the navigator, the streets are red threads
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Sobyanin decided that a tile was needed, he decided in one gate
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But I don't claim your gold bars and cream (at all)
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While I have enough to eat, fun and clothes on sale
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Twice a year from here stably somewhere you want to fuck off like kings
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Fuck, don't talk. |
Especially in the winter in "Taiku" or in Bali
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Although try to blow a naruli there, they will forever close it for sprinkles
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Won't blow your Y-3s (nah) |
I'm standing in a traffic jam, lit the lights
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Rustling favorite song from the record
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I'm drowning in an armchair, the room is hazy
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Everything is always in a hurry, everything is on the run
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But we don't drive - Rigos, Slim and Guf
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Rustling favorite song from the record
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I'm drowning in an armchair, the room is hazy
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Everything is always in a hurry, everything is on the run
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But we don't drive - Rigos, Slim and Guf |