| Hug and I'll cry - the only way.
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| Friends fled abruptly, went in for sports.
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| The weatherman… didn’t broadcast bad weather at home…
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| I thought life was roses... It turned out to be rose hips.
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| Verse I
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| Hands… Splash… Emotions… Fainting…
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| Rukshin… Brest… Engels… Abakan.
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| The angel gave songs, but decided to steal all the tenderness.
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| Dead soul. |
| And who are you drinking on brotherhood?
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| I... searched for youth, thought, went to the neighbors...
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| I... I put her on the wanted list, I was waiting for her birthday.
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| And ... Lying on the floor with an unfinished puzzle.
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| Time tick-tock, legs top-top ... top.
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| Carry me with the winds of mist. |
| On the palm of your mother. |
| I will stay overnight.
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| And even if I get up early, I'll say "thank you"
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| And fatigue will go away.
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| Here ... the apartment will resemble a container ...
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| And… so f*cked up by the lack of money!
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| To me... life will put "unsuccessful" for the character.
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| But calm down, Roma, there are no problems here!
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| Chorus:
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| While in this city, something goes wrong,
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| And the traffic lights are all red,
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| Birds began to fall from the sky often,
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| I will throw away your and my passports.
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| Look around:
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| I'll show you a ruby sunset.
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| Save the dream
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| I will prove that we could live differently.
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| Verse II
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| My voice is hooked from the smoke...
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| Youth passes faster than I thought.
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| The city was noisy from the explosion...
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| Now I drink scotch and a lot of cigarette butts.
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| Do you remember those guitars, mom?
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| Under our yards they played all night long.
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| Now. |
| Who left in different directions ...
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| Whom - the fields took ... Whom - chemical formulas.
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| The notebook is written ... To convey in words.
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| Later check out the area in the evening.
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| Let's smoke again ... Where the concrete is sketched.
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| I stomp on my streets.
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| Headphones... save you from the cold.
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| The minor is playing softly. |
| The couplet is a voice recorder.
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| Later - wait for the fit.
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| Three letters - three brothers! |
| With music for the ages.
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| The truth is warm, and the friend's shoulder!
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| Go three letters, because everyone has their own truth!
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| My music... music... music...
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| Chorus:
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| While in this city, something goes wrong,
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| And the traffic lights are all red,
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| Birds began to fall from the sky often,
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| I will throw away your and my passports.
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| Look around:
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| I'll show you a ruby sunset.
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| Save the dream
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| I will prove that we could live differently.
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| Carry me with the winds of mist. |
| On the palm of your mother. |
| I will stay overnight.
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| And even if I get up early, I'll say "thank you"
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| And fatigue will go away. |