Cities are fucked up, only villages are scarier
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The closer you are to the ground, the closer the worms are to you.
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Cities are fucked up, only villages are scarier
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The closer you are to the ground, the closer the worms are to you.
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I have through my brother, grew up once together
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And then I find out that he moved to the countryside
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Moved his body away from the bustle of the city
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Lyokha wanted to live without unnecessary show-offs, alcohol and drugs
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And so he is still that fucker and rogue in life
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In Ptyuch in the nineties everyone called him Non-sour Lyokha
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He expensively bunched with cheerful chuyka and St. Petersburg acid
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Lyokha was already there, fucked up, kentyara is impudent and noisy
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Always found adventures on the ass, the guy could not sit still
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Either he kicks the cop in the snout with his elbow, or he almost sticks the bride at the wedding
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He was well known, did not disappear from the radar, in this regard he is a good fellow
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Lyokha made decisions abruptly, he always had a reason for everything
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And now he made a dismount, bending over, and pulled into the village
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Lyokha fucked up being modern, he wanted to be like ancient
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Cities are fucked up, only villages are scarier
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The closer you are to the ground, the closer the worms are to you.
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Cities are fucked up, only villages are scarier
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The closer you are to the ground, the closer the worms are to you.
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Be that as it may, he took under himself a piece of land in the outback
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He built a house, beauty is all around, pigs swarm in the mud
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Joy filled Lekhino's heart, his pearl on a clean
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Deep sleep, healthy food, turned pink, became broad-shouldered
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Housekeeping, a bathhouse, a large puppy, did everything properly
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A year later, the puppy became a dog, the dog turned out to be a wolf
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And the wolf gnawed Lyokha while he cut the bangs in the calf's barn
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The men caught the wolf at night and zahuyarili
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Lyokha was sent to the city, his farm was plundered
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Lyokha returned to Moscow without an ass, fingers and one ear
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He is crushed, for six months now he has been sticking out on a slow, deaf
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Eternal plot: man, drugs, village, dog
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Moral: running away from yourself is always a torn asshole in the final
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Cities are fucked up, only villages are scarier
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The closer you are to the ground, the closer the worms are to you.
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Cities are fucked up, only villages are scarier
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The closer you are to the ground, the closer the worms are to you.
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Krovostok from Moscow
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From Moscow Krovostok |