My life is like a bike without pedals
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Goodbye, tearing my hair out
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"Wear white, it suits you - you have turned gray in style"
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My wife teases me by doing ten things at once,
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And I with such a face as if I had not eaten for several days
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It seems that just about, and my patience will burst
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Reached the boiling point and now I
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It's like a bird losing its feathers in winter
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And what only they didn’t do with people like me:
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Smeared with ointments, poisoned with herbs stupidly for weeks
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Until Monday painful two days
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And why did I take them away from myself
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If it wasn't for my head now, it would be easier
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Then there would simply be nothing to beat her with
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I would be away from temptation, to where the blizzards -
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North to the deer and snow-covered fir trees
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After all, I'm ready to break like a dog off the chain
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And I don't give a damn about all my principles
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Attached an unbearable load to his neck
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And with grief in half I fight this disease
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It's not about me they say the will is gathered into a fist
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And I would easily trade mine for an enemy flag
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And for the life of me I don't know how to leave you like this
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In order not to miss you my beloved Kent number 8
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These measured movements like a Chinese fan |
Unfortunately, they save from the heat only for a while
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The sun beats on the crown and even in the shade
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Do not do without inventions made of paper and wood
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Somewhere in the north blizzards are sweeping
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Spruces are strewn with snow, deer run in families,
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And we got out for two weeks to where it's warmer
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I'm sitting bastard, next to my wife in position
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I choose something slower in the player
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Slippers, swimming trunks, ring, tattoos on the body
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Slowly getting more fun from a couple of cocktails
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Trying to imagine what I have no idea,
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But whatever one may say, one must be prepared nonetheless
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Approximately at the beginning of May, at the end of April
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He can be either a calf or a ram
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Let him be healthy, the rest does not matter
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I already see him sitting on my lap
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I put on a calm beat and read him a lullaby
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I know that I need to slow down with degrees and plants
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You can't get away from the problem by slamming the door
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On this ladder I approached a serious step
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I will be a father. |
Everything will be fine, I'm sure
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It will be a kid and in any case he will be in the subject
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And he will appreciate how dad lays with Khamil and Zmey |
And somewhere in the north blizzards are sweeping
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Deer families run and spruces are strewn with snow
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I went there with a different purpose, but after leaving the airport
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Suddenly, I got up on a snowboard for the first time
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And I burst in with all my bravery
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And I was so put in not childishly
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And I forgot about everything, as if I had crossed the line
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After all, before this topic caused only banter
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Rejoicing, I bought the whole set of equipment
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And without packing, somehow flying away I took it on board
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The whole past day is still itching in my thoughts
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This is my new step, and I'm like a neophyte
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And I woke up only at home, having sorted out my luggage
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When the adrenaline rush faded
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Blood gave me on the cheeks - after all, here we have the South
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It's already spring, and in winter there isn't much snow
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I did not remain brave for long
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At least stomp to 12 months and demand December from them
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To keep the adrenaline going, don't care!
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I'll survive on energy drinks, on coffee
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Reached the boiling point, now I ...
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You can't get away from the problem...
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This is... This is my new step...
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Everything will be fine, I'm sure."
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Reached the boiling point...
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You can't get away from the problem by slamming the door...
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This is... This is my new step... |