I saw a dream. |
He was so real. |
God! |
Such a real dream. |
I wake up,
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took a pen and couldn't help but write this song. |
Listen.
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Sasha tries to get drunk
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Katya calls the police
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Anton is trying to clean the room,
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And Denis is just lying.
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Played by Mark Burness. |
Sasha is looking for something stronger to eat.
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Refrigerator, cupboard, hand, cork - that's the whole route.
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Such a shock! |
God! |
What happened?
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What will dad and mom say Denis stuck in the nose with ticks?
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Ceiling so low, eyelids like graters
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It hurts to close your eyes, it's ringing in your ears,
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It's sickening at heart. |
We are not on purpose! |
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It sounds subconscious.
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When a friend is in the past, glass after glass went.
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It will be good, it will be good.
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Anton knocks on the door, Katya is looking for a phone,
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And Sasha has alcoholic delirium, an alcoholic dream.
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"I hate us! |
- Katya shouted into the phone, -
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House such and such, such and such, apartment number five!
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There are four of us here, or rather already three.
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What I mean? |
Heck! |
No need to argue!"
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She was holding the phone, it was wet with tears,
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So far, the duty address has been added to the list.
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Anton was rushing about in the room, Sasha was sobbing,
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And in my head it was pounding: "We're stuck!"
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Anton tried to get out, to fix at least something.
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Almost a glass of grass was sent down the toilet without a murmur.
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The cops are coming soon.
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Tears welled up, at least open the umbrellas.
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Katya kept talking to them on the phone,
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And how I wanted to turn everything into a joke.
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The table is clean, the floor is clean. |
Farther.
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You can’t clean up in the kitchen, Sasha has locked himself in there.
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So much trash! |
Are we really that messed up?!
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So much dirt! |
How did we live like this?!
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Best enemies, sworn friends.
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Did I do it?! |
I did this...
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The most beautiful dawn meets.
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Denis seemed to be looking out the window, but it only seems so.
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Katya is beautiful. |
I'm sorry I can't say
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Anton and Sasha, don't suffer like this.
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There were friends, but they just became different.
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We sang songs together, and to hell with them!
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It's not about them, not about them, it's just about us!
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Anton at that time was trying to clean the carpet.
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Sasha did not listen, flooding his soul,
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And Katya, out of grief, was talking nonsense that there could be a husband.
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There were no puddles of blood, there were no traces of violence,
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Just loved ones killed Denis. |