| Off-road, gravel, again the rains will peel off many times
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| Serpentarium city, past the gray arches and the bar, where the sign "Staropramen"
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| I wander to nowhere somewhere at 6 in the morning
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| But no matter where the wind blows
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| My cold land is more precious to me a hundred times
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| Like a hundred carats in an ice setting
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| Gray sleeping block like a gambling court
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| My unhurried step here will be quieter even than
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| A homeless cat through the old courtyard near nine-story buildings darkening at night
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| Where the world of plastic won, the golden domes on the roof did not save
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| "Everything is going according to plan" - Yegor reasoned
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| “Everything goes in a circle,” Misha corrects
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| So we erase [?] the slopes of Fuji, awareness burned like white phosphorus
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| And the bitter bread of discussions did not climb into the throat
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| "Hey, listen, what the fuck am I a philosopher to you?"
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| Who is to blame and what to do we do not know. |
| Probably did not come out wisely
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| Wanted to burn through their youth like those funny junkies in orange books
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| From extreme to extreme, from end to end
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| The hot blood freezes, which hit the head like a Kyokushin master (Kyokushin)
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| Recognizing that we don't give a fuck about the agony of this era we will see in the final
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| How did the things we played so seriously turn into ashes
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| An era is dead and fuck it, an era is dead and fuck it
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| An era is dead and fuck it, an era is dead and fuck it
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| An era is dead and fuck it, an era is dead and fuck it
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| An era is dead and fuck it, an era is dead and fuck it
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| Thanks to progress, I watched in HD
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| How leaders fell from their pedestals
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| We'll all be great soon, hey, wait another 70 years
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| Let go old man, in vain you hiss like a snake
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| After all, your era died itself with what, and compare it?
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| Only with earth
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| After all, as before there will no longer be
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| But not everyone is ready to accept it normally.
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| We again did not fit into the market
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| The last bitcoin will be mined without us
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| It will become humus that people shaved
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| Another already and rushing to change
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| Children's idols on gravestones crawled into a dump of obsolete memes
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| I find a component of surreal irony, blacker than hanged tongues
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| Watching it become anachronistic
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| These ahuevshi bronzed
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| So there is no need for these prayers to the Almighty
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| "God, give me back my spring time"
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| Extra sentiments change here only external elements
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| So it's all an endless trip
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| Between Petushki and white stone
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| Looped mp3, eternal winter in solitary confinement
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| Wake me up when it's over to let me know that an era has died
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| I wave my hand, not attaching importance, with a gesture, as if telling me to fuck
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| An era is dead and fuck it, an era is dead and fuck it
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| An era is dead and fuck it, an era is dead and fuck it
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| An era is dead and fuck it, an era is dead and fuck it
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| An era is dead and fuck it, an era is dead and fuck it |