| 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! |