| I wrote these lines just for you peppers
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| I wrote these lines with my soul and heart
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| For people like me who have no way back
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| These are not tears, this is a ghetto in my eyes
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| I wrote these lines just for you honestly
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| I wrote these lines with my soul and heart
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| For people like me who have no way back
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| This is not hatred, but a ghetto in my eyes
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| Do you believe in fairy tales and fake words
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| Preferring instead of us - Bricks and Factor 2
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| And you don't know the feeling of pain and fear
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| Yes, I agree the world is beautiful in your rose-colored glasses
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| We speak, but no one hears us strangely enough
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| After all, there are thousands of us, and only a couple of hundred of you, this is true
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| And don't, your world is like a clownery
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| Look into my eyes - I will destroy you with a look
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| I grew up where there was no place for the sun
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| And from birth we fight for our place under the sun
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| Where every third without work, no prospects
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| Look into my eyes and you will see the ghetto
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| You will see the pain and tears of my mother
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| Maybe then you will understand why I am the way I am,
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| And you will hear laughter at threats from me
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| Fate left me a choice - a noose or above all
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| I wrote these lines just for you peppers
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| I wrote these lines with my soul and heart
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| For people like me who have no way back
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| These are not tears, this is a ghetto in my eyes
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| I wrote these lines just for you honestly
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| I wrote these lines with my soul and heart
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| For people like me who have no way back
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| This is not hatred, but a ghetto in my eyes
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| I live here, but I haven't forgotten my friends
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| Like them, I lived on the streets of broken lamps
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| My Russia, where there is cold and darkness
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| Go and demand a book of complaints, if something is wrong, something must be wrong!
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| All of you are abstruse pushing speeches
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| Like, if you are in Europe, then you provided for yourself
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| Your world and here can suddenly disappear from under your feet
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| Although you worked two shifts like damn
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| A situation without the right to make a mistake,
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| But at 13, I lost my smile
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| I didn't know my father in childhood
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| The ghetto made us stronger than German steel
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| Our souls are full of fire, but our eyes are empty
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| Someone straight up, someone into the abyss, me or you
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| There are many lies in the world, but only one truth
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| And maybe in my eyes, you will recognize yourself
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| You will recognize yourself
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| I wrote these lines just for you peppers
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| I wrote these lines with my soul and heart
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| For people like me who have no way back
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| These are not tears, this is a ghetto in my eyes
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| I wrote these lines just for you honestly
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| I wrote these lines with my soul and heart
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| For people like me who have no way back
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| This is not hatred, but a ghetto in my eyes |