| I'm somewhere here, between the beginning and end of all songs
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| I understood that this is life - I need to take and weigh
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| I just got into a dark car, leaving the city of rap
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| Lines flash in my head, how will I be there now
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| He won't feed your kids, I'm confused, bitch
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| I'm 22, but I don't know what to put in my bag
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| Someone wanted my dream, throw money away
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| He writes songs and is silent, hiding his hands in his pockets
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| Bitch, people piss me off so much, hundreds of stupid takes
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| I so wanted to go back and spend my days there
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| In a dark reserved seat, smoke draws, rain plays on the windows
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| On the yellowed fields, Zhenya draws letters
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| I hear the sound of wheelset clatter, it drowns the frost
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| Years fly, years fuck, years take time
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| Then my heart became angry and I really need a doctor
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| The guests were knocking and bored, I only asked: "Who is there?"
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| This is Russia, there are fewer birds on the manholes
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| I move among dogs that don't have names
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| You will again blame that Know Mo changed his style
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| Super star puts a verse on the sheets of spring
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| Poets twist at the temple, into something less
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| Than we release the world today, tomorrow I chew hot dogs
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| I represent style, don't lie, snow flakes are falling
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| While I was writing this track for you, snowdrifts fell out
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| There are black footprints in my soul on a white blanket
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| People bought "Mir" coloring book at Rospechat
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| I'll open the doors of the house in a few nights
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| We will be silent, and after: "Come in, wash your hands"
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| I made a choice in favor of songs, we should be together
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| I'm returning to the city of the Acid MS again. It can be seen that life turned out so that I left the rails
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| I myself decided to do so; |
| wait, who are you people?
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| Have you always heard me or have you come recently?
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| Soon I will go out, how many days are you with me?
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| I only write about this and that, where is the truth, where is falsehood
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| And sometimes I remind you of Coca-Cola with Rondo
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| I'm a little stressed by the pain in my heart
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| Although it probably seemed, maybe I'm dreaming
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| This is a magical express on the road of tears
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| When the desired point is announced - do not forget to get down
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| I put on a briefcase, turned on loud music
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| I feel the ground with white and cream soles
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| From the Blue Mountains Station to the Central District
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| From the beginning of life to the end of death
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| May there be a train for me in everything and always - music,
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| And where my crosses step, the rails will remain
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| The rails will remain, the rails will remain ... |