And we argued with Khamil for a million
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Which of us will release the first album - me or him,
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This is not an empty talk about UFOs,
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And if you undertook to do something, do it, watch the broom,
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This dispute is dear to both of us as J. Lo's ass,
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It will be hard all the same as lying on your stomach full,
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Forever lives in me the passion to hit right on the forehead,
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And here I am still aiming to cut down the loot,
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But here's a bummer - none of us are worn out
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Couldn't even work for a decent lavender,
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And so the two of us came up with a plan B,
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That is, we create a creative tandem.
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We decided to write lyrics together all day,
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But so for six months they didn’t write songs,
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We are like a stamen and a pistil - do not spill water,
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But at this pace, it will take years,
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It's like your protector is worn out,
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And you are going from Rostov to Vladivostok,
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Fly, petal, through the west to the east,
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I would make a wish to write hits, wait,
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But not a fine of 100 rubles and not an infusion of herbs
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Will not correct the situation and native Rostov,
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If there are no albums, then we will be eaten,
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So it remains to rely only on ourselves,
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And I took a tupar as a creative timeout, |
Protracted from August to January,
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Better sit down, Hamil and Serpent from attempt number 2
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They knock down the bull tightly,
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It is important to catch your wave in time,
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The rest doesn't matter, even though you're howling at the moon,
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Like Guf and Aiza, like Nigative with Dino in the Triad,
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The letters X and Z are even next to each other on the keyboard,
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To catch up, I sit down at the workbench,
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And while you take places in the hall,
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And by the way, in any way more than a million,
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And more than two albums - our one with Khamil.
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It's rushing, it's shaking, it's hammering,
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It's like a bomb was dropped on your head
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It hits, right on target, right on the forehead,
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This is when crowds rock at concerts.
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It's rushing, it's shaking, it's hammering,
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It's like a bomb was dropped on your head
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It hits, right on target, right on the forehead,
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This is when crowds rock at concerts.
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Hamil:
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Khamil and the Serpent are still that pair - two boots,
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We can just catch without any herbs ha ha,
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Now you can’t drive up to us on a lame goat,
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We have a tandem - meet our album "XZ",
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Look away from the box and the evening papers
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We'll make a cleaner show than the Colosseum,
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We drive around Rostov or all over the country, |
Our mood is not inferior to armor.
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There is no choice, do not scold us for such a robbery,
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If we hit a character similar to you,
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We still welcome everyone who is interested
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What test did our acting come from,
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2010 is our olympic season
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The most suitable year, when the tiger rules here,
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He became tame - because from us his tower was torn off,
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Now he walks on tiptoe like the Zapashny brothers,
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The roads are getting wet, and what is your reason,
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When it rains - come to us under an umbrella,
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There are many more events ahead of you.
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So until the end of the album, watch your appetite
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Until 5 o'clock in the morning, or even until 7 we hang in the studio
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And we are not up to friends and not to family,
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And you try our potential, go and measure,
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Only with a joint album Hamil and Zmey.
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It's rushing, it's shaking, it's hammering,
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It's like a bomb was dropped on your head
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It hits, right on target, right on the forehead,
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This is when crowds rock at concerts.
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It's rushing, it's shaking, it's hammering,
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It's like a bomb was dropped on your head
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It hits, right on target, right on the forehead,
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This is when crowds rock at concerts. |