First couplet:
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In a city where most people don't give a fuck,
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Someone who drove past in a curly-haired man would not say so,
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I would not have said so if I had not heard this breath of an echo,
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For the mower with flashlights in the text, how the kid drove in,
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I went down from the kidney up, on foot I,
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This is success and edges, let them stay at home,
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For them, our Trojan monologue, in this poison my faith is probable,
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He brought out all the dark spots, in the east everyone got up and was sleeping,
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From head to toe, like dogs they all want to bark at us,
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Look, it turns out that an application is being made at the camp,
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And with a car of paper, the procedures hang and won't sit down,
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For me, you are all syabry, for you I am a piglet,
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Thanks to my parents for giving me life without asking,
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Bundles my voice, social 1? |
elk,
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Hear Vasya, sit down, life is seething with all the splendor,
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Do not hang your nose, weigh everything,
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The pace of life is really frantic,
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Years will fly by, throw out pawns, but live without haste,
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Know how to see up close, know how to foresee roads in the mud,
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When driving in winter, have spare tires for the season,
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Climbed into the quagmire, don't think about shaking, get out and cross yourself,
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Clench your teeth, don't let me rake, we're hanging here for a reason,
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Russian text narrative,
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This is not black rap where everyone was arrested for weight,
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They sat down for grass and cake, life is a big carousel,
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Buckle up, otherwise he sat down fucking
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Second couplet:
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I'll choose a side, you press play and the tape will spin,
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The song is familiar, but it's impossible to say the name,
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My movie goes without voice acting fucking words,
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The music is cooler, the boys are twisted,
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We arranged the way, life gave a thrashing,
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And you yourself try to touch this world from the inside,
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Breathe deeply, do not go to consciousness under a pile of pressure,
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My time is my crime, my laziness, there is no doubt and no forgiveness,
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There are only actions while the beat is tapping on the ear,
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I'm here somewhere in the port or within the bounds of the whole immensity,
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Few people would like to hug and this is unpleasant,
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If it used to go limp at himself, he was angry first of all,
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And I wrote my thoughts to you in a bit of illegible handwriting,
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I love it when my soul is torn to shreds from dotted phrases,
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And the glare of your stuck-in eyes, looking at us as if in themselves,
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Guys don't have to waste their time - these are astronauts to fuck! |