| From Soviet...
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| Recently I visited a wonderful country
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| An embrace to all who were born on the ruins of an empire
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| What did you love there? |
| What did you believe in there?
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| Ice cream "Lakomka" for thirty kopecks?
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| Colored alstroemerias of Lavrenty Beria?
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| My grandfather came on foot to Stalin's funeral
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| I haven’t seen my father for ten years, the family didn’t know yet, but
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| He was shot somewhere in the ruins of Butovo
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| Without the right to correspond, they say, and they buried them there,
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| But when I was little, I was almost happy with everything
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| Lithuanian Zalgiris, Yerevan Ararat
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| Torpedo workers at ZIL, metalworkers from Kharkov
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| Oleg Basilashvili, Liya Akhedzhakova
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| Now we have everything: sex, boxing, and jazz
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| We sit and sip kvass, who is there against us?
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| Mayak call signs and TASS statements
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| This construction is for centuries, with us here and now
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| Like a time loop for how many years
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| Once a common land - a country that does not exist
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| And you are a fanfaron or a genius, all remained to us
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| Each generation has its own Afghanistan
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| The star will show the carpenter's son where to put the cross
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| Do not defeat our desire to change places,
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| But not in the port, not at the station, you can't buy a ticket |
| Come to the mirror, look into the eyes
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| A country that doesn't exist!
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| Recently I visited a wonderful country
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| Oh no, it smells of oil in here!
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| Recently I visited a wonderful country
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| Oh no, it smells of oil in here!
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| Recently I visited a wonderful country
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| Oh no, it smells of oil in here!
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| Recently a guest—, a long time a guest—
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| But we are not, we are not!
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| Recently I visited a wonderful country
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| Not so much has changed as it might seem:
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| The Supreme Council is now the Federation Council
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| The same uncles are discreet - normal boys
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| Aunts with reformation hairstyles
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| Let the crowd of foreigners on the Square on Krasnaya
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| Mall, don't fuck around, instead of prom
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| But on the first of May they will go on demonstration
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| People with posters from the past, stay happy
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| Kefir from the package to drink to your heart's content
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| They built a rocket for three years, it's a pity it exploded on takeoff
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| I wish we were now in the land of the Soviets, right, Uncle Vasya?
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| “What is in your head at all? |
| Fucking crucian "
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| Men, do you want change? |
| Well then "Just do it"
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| Tired of these walls? |
| Break them into their cunt!
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| Otherwise, hatred and decay, it is often not easy |
| Break with a country that doesn't exist
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| Like a time loop for how many years
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| Once a common land - a country that does not exist
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| And you are a fanfaron or a genius, all remained to us
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| Each generation has its own Afghanistan
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| The star will show the carpenter's son where to put the cross
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| Do not defeat our desire to change places,
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| But not in the port, not at the station, you can't buy a ticket
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| Come to the mirror, look into the eyes
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| A country that doesn't exist!
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| Recently I visited a wonderful country
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| Oh no, it smells of oil in here!
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| Recently I visited a wonderful country
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| Oh no, it smells of oil in here!
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| Recently I visited a wonderful country
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| Oh no, it smells of oil in here!
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| Recently a guest—, a long time a guest—
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| But we are not, we are not!
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| A purely personal example: loneliness in Riga
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| Drunkenness without measure, e-books
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| There are belated premieres in the cinema, and look:
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| Legionnaires old men - throw ridges
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| A piece stuck in the heart of love
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| All episodes of Game of Thrones in a row
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| I could write a story myself, but I drink whiskey and cola
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| Even a fast train will not come here soon
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| It seems that the sun was promised, but there are few chances |
| On the other side of the cemetery - the railway
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| It's great to walk, but not a single living soul at all
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| Right behind the railroad is another cemetery
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| I extract beauty from a variety of things
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| I compose on the go, convey feelings
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| At odds with oneself, and longing for no reason
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| Where are you, JohnyBoy? |
| Make me a cappuccino
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| For Alexey, Grand Latte is ready, thanks
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| - Fuck, I asked: ka-pu-chi-no |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Страна, которой нет , by - Joker James. Song from the album Страна чудес, in the genre Русский рэп