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Golden leaf fall. |
Golden leaf fall.
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Chorus:
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Golden leaf fall.
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Whiskey. |
Tobacco. |
Lamp. |
Tavern.
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Fuck! |
Half past five, thoughts are boiling! |
Oh my God!
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We are leaving for the sunset, beyond the Moscow Ring Road.
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Golden leaf fall.
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Whiskey. |
Tobacco. |
Lamp. |
Tavern.
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Fuck! |
Half past five, thoughts are boiling! |
Oh my God!
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We are leaving for the sunset, beyond the Moscow Ring Road.
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Beyond the Moscow Ring Road.
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I'm rich! |
My frigate is sailing.
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Triagrutrika, from afar to foreign shores,
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But not for centuries. |
Bye, my friend, bye!
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Around the hustle, I take the bull by the horns.
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I still have eight years to forty.
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This is T, this is G, this is K.
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Ha, decide for yourself everything is in your hands.
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Concrete squares of eleloga, ocean or river.
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The weight of a white ceiling or cloud.
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Abracadabra all around me
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Clouds of goodness formed in the morning,
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The right winds in the sails,
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Carry me to purple skies.
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Chorus:
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Golden leaf fall.
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Whiskey. |
Tobacco. |
Lamp. |
Tavern.
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Fuck! |
Half past five, thoughts are boiling! |
Oh my God!
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We are leaving for the sunset, beyond the Moscow Ring Road.
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Golden leaf fall.
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Whiskey. |
Tobacco. |
Lamp. |
Tavern.
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Fuck! |
Half past five, thoughts are boiling! |
Oh my God!
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We are leaving for the sunset, beyond the Moscow Ring Road.
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Beyond the Moscow Ring Road.
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Not scary.
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The movement has been adjusted, the wave has been recharged.
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Our Balashikha, daddy's walk, how to go further?
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Found someone to ask!
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Our Balashikha is a stepmother.
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Right here, right here, right here.
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Right here, right here, right here
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Turn here!
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Here is our Balashikha. |
In the trunk
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Kalashnikov, a familiar landscape.
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A multi-story mikrazh is our Balashikha.
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First! |
Not invigorated.
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Many different
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DiCaprio is buried alive in it.
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Our Balashikha is a stepmother.
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Only an hour and a half from the center.
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Our Balashikha, our Balashikha,
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Our Balashikha is our stepmother, and yet she is ours.
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Our Balashikha, our Balashikha,
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Our Balashikha is a stepmother!
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Chorus:
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Golden leaf fall.
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Whiskey. |
Tobacco. |
Lamp. |
Tavern.
|
Fuck! |
Half past five, thoughts are boiling! |
Oh my God!
|
We are leaving for the sunset, beyond the Moscow Ring Road.
|
Golden leaf fall.
|
Whiskey. |
Tobacco. |
Lamp. |
Tavern.
|
Fuck! |
Half past five, thoughts are boiling! |
Oh my God!
|
We are leaving for the sunset, beyond the Moscow Ring Road.
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Beyond the Moscow Ring Road. |