| Don't forget your roots, remember:
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| There are things much higher, do you hear?
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| They say we should get the hell out of here
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| Stand up, start a family, raise kids
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| And maybe that's right
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| But the past cannot be left behind
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| And abandoned, later found
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| Don't forget your roots, remember:
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| There are things much higher...
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| Hey, brother, wait, where are you in a hurry?
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| Sit down with me, tell me how life is
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| Why are you so skinny?
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| Will you smoke? |
| Don't smoke? |
| Handsome
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| What time are you throwing
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| Look, you didn’t recognize right away - it means I’ll be rich
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| Haven't seen you for a hundred years, tell me where you're from
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| Where are you in a hurry, out of breath?
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| Tell me, maybe you saw one of our old ones
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| How is anyone there, is everyone alive and well? |
| Thank God
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| Yes, I'm something, don't ask, a little bit of everything
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| Such a life - basically kicking dick
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| You know ... listen to what I wanted to ask
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| Your boys said you are going abroad to live
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| This is true? |
| What are you, and when?
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| Day after tomorrow?! |
| Come on, old man
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| I could have called ... but why, it’s necessary to carry out
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| And so forever, going irrevocably?
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| At least tell me where ... oh, then it’s clear
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| Oh well, don't promise, you'll be back
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| I myself wiped the skin of an emigrant to the holes
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| Well I know you as a brother, but it's hard here
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| Without a market, your truth
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| What, do you want to eat to your heart's content, do you want to sleep soundly?
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| Then you fucking think you should have torn a long time ago
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| Yes, I just saw those faces, you will dry up there
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| And if you look inside, you will die of longing
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| It's empty, and you, bro, are Russian
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| It's important to you, and the rest - dick with him
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| Understand, here is a sincere confession, sincerity, truth
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| Soul at dawn, like a drop of vodka, pure
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| And there you will be alive among the zombies
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| Dunno in the Sunny City
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| But you will know the price of gold of a smile of a Russian girl
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| You compare it with an imported sheep that spawns them like caviar
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| I know this kitchen, the liner will lift into the air
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| You will understand that you are driving away, but only too late
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| I see you feel sorry for yourself - well, come on, bolder
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| Just don't burn the bridges, come back soon
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| Come on, bro, strike at least a couple of lines from there
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| I'll go buy something to eat, we won't say goodbye
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| We won't say goodbye, we won't say goodbye
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| We won't say goodbye, we won't say goodbye
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| Don't forget your roots, remember:
|
| There are things much higher, do you hear?
|
| Don't forget your roots, remember:
|
| There are things much higher, do you hear?
|
| They say we should get the hell out of here
|
| Stand up, start a family, raise kids
|
| And maybe that's right
|
| But the past cannot be left behind
|
| And abandoned, later found
|
| Don't forget your roots, remember:
|
| There are things much higher, do you hear?
|
| Don't forget your roots, remember:
|
| There are things much higher, do you hear?
|
| They say we should get the hell out of here
|
| Stand up, start a family, raise kids
|
| And maybe that's right
|
| But the past cannot be left behind
|
| And abandoned, later found
|
| Don't forget your roots, remember:
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| There are things an order of magnitude higher (an order of magnitude higher) |