The sunflower bowed its head, the sunset blazed
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The last whisper: "I will not forgive the heat of burning huts"
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Blow checkers breastfeeding mother's milk
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Mixed with blood and the child, and tati
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This earth is alive: bones, muscles, nerves
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Steel tigers and panthers bit into it
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And those fields beyond the river are still not plowed
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On them, grandfather Pasha ascended to the sky with grass
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The factory bristled the pipes, the peasant sharpened the sleeve
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And then on the radio "Hang up", the signal is the call of Cthulhu
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Ivan burst into laughter: “Damn the labeled one”
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And choked bitterly dehumanized,
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And after the red rings and blue rings
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They drooled and pawed the beautiful widow
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Eyes blinded rolex, glare fixed,
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But then the grandchildren of Felix sent their matchmakers
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Life is either beautiful, or in vain, or miserable
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In short, everything is in chocolate. |
So good, so bad
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By the way, what's next? |
So good…
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So good, so bad. |
Did you expect a better outcome?
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Life is either beautiful, or in vain, or miserable
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In short, everything is in chocolate (So good, already bad)
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By the way, how will it be next (So good ...
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So good, already bad) Did you expect a better outcome?
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Flies died in the kitchen, autumn is over
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Wendigo walks through the forest - beat on the ground
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We will blink a garland in Morse code
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The most daring, the most greyhound will freeze first
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And how many times must you be finished
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And you won't die anyway - well done
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And it only seemed to mow down the whole foundation,
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But foolish women give birth and give birth to new ones,
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And if there is no war, we are our own war
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Neither the coast, nor the bottom of the country - the people give a damn
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And here again, either on the bunk, or on the lantern
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Another passionary zeroed out morality
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And for the time being I'm just a commentator,
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But also someone's brother, husband, father - switch
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Someday this chain will close on me
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And we will see you, my friend, through the sight
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Life is either beautiful, or in vain, or miserable
|
In short, everything is in chocolate. |
So good, so bad
|
By the way, what's next? |
So good…
|
So good, so bad. |
Did you expect a better outcome?
|
Life is either beautiful, or in vain, or miserable
|
In short, everything is in chocolate (So good, already bad)
|
By the way, how will it be next (So good ...
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So good, already bad) Did you expect a better outcome? |