First couplet:
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If I do good, more often through force,
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Afraid that a heavy “thank you” might arrive.
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And as usual, I'm afraid of a person with a "xiva",
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Not exactly a bandit, but this is Russia.
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I want to become autumn's favorite son,
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And so that the city would strongly embrace the warmth of the store.
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While we are in flavored non-rubber,
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We are carried by the Caspian Cargo from the car window.
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Where the asphalt shines like varnished,
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Where the highway is like SMS - 70 characters.
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Where any superstar - thousands of cameras,
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City teenager - morning. |
Fight with risers.
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And we are happy that with you without hypocrisy,
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They didn’t fly away with the promise of data on hops.
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And also together and with just one question,
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Dear, well, when you become an adult.
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Chorus:
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Well, when you become an adult,
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All some shorts and crosses.
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And all your serious questions
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To be honest, somehow not serious.
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Well, when you become an adult,
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It's high time already with the nose in the wind.
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And you all think that space is above us,
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Not noticing that there are only bosses.
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Second couplet:
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Winter things, rather warm than stylish,
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Two sets of tires, TV in the living room.
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Everything is thought out, everything is so necessary,
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And it crashed into life with leggings. |
(Ask me)
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Until the last one is lost in blue,
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While the words of your favorite songs are still beautiful.
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As long as there is more right than wrong in habits,
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And the upbringing of the father does not fly to the basket.
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When you become an adult,
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Like a mother, that from Cheboksary is now in the air to me.
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Like friends who gain weight while losing their hair
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Like smart people that were before and will remain after.
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Well, yes, I’m probably even in the age range,
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When a drug test shows nothing.
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But thank God, there is still that mess in my head,
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Which makes me who you tell me to be.
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Chorus:
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Well, when you become an adult,
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All some shorts and crosses.
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And all your serious questions
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To be honest, somehow not serious.
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Well, when you become an adult,
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It's high time already with the nose in the wind.
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And you all think that space is above us,
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Not noticing that there are only bosses.
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And I'll take it and become a serious uncle,
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Words to the point, thoughts about babos.
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And even on Friday with family friends,
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I'll sit quietly and just come back.
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Na-na-na-na-na-ee
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I'm talking about business. |
I dress casually
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Na-na-na-na-na-ee
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Nikes in the washer. |
Hidden joystick
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Na-na-na-na-na-ee
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On a vacation ticket
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It's all good - noooo
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But I'm afraid it's too late. |