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This wild world of mine...
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I'm from Moscow, as everyone thinks, the city of majors
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Well, maybe, of course, but very hardened
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Of the many ways, the Lord showed the right one
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So that I do not relax, but the life of honey is sweeter
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And I kneel before the Almighty
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Never asked for money or Cayenne-a
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We were born where the Russian reliable Kalash
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And my 5 liters drive into the garage
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And we often walk on the edge
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This music is not the center - the fierce outskirts
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The stork in the sky has always been so important to us
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Well, let the titmouse go free, let it strive
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And we do not pray to heaven to throw manna
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We make cash like normal guys
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I know I'm not a saint, in the shade, so as not to burn
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My eternal quarantine, where I found 1-30
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1-30, e
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My eternal quarantine, where I found 1-30
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Slowly my life is melting like salt on my shoes
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And I don't know the outcome of the fight
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I burn quietly, like ice, inside of which there is a flame
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And we're leaving the yards again
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Slowly my life is melting like salt on my shoes
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And I don't know the outcome of the fight
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I burn quietly, like ice, inside of which there is a flame
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And we're leaving the yards again
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I have often watched the meanly birds fly away
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I thought about how to live, I have the same dream
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I flip through life page by page
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And I'm proud to be born here
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Behind the toner you can't see the face in the dark chariot
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Well, yes, since childhood, my brother and I do not like to burn
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To someone Saint Tropez, Monaco and Nice
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And we are here to the end types from the capital
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It must come true what the fortuneteller told us
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That money is fucked up so much that cashing out will not be accepted
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From childhood we are taught to bypass bitches
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Stay in a pack, one by one or a bunch by a bunch
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And there is no limit, there is no concept of "Upper bar"
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Reliable people nearby, lots of cash and skunk
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I will not hide, sometimes we live, as many write
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I know it's dangerous, but we climb higher and higher
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Higher and higher!
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3-1 lay
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Yes! |
We climb higher and higher
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Slowly my life is melting like salt on my shoes
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And I don't know the outcome of the fight
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I burn quietly, like ice, inside of which there is a flame
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And we're leaving the yards again
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Slowly my life is melting like salt on my shoes
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And I don't know the outcome of the fight
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I burn quietly, like ice, inside of which there is a flame
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And we're leaving the yards again
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And we again leave the yards ...
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3-1 lay |