Years fly like the wind in the mountains
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You can't throw words out of a song
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Or are you right now, bitch, you will pull this crutch with me
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Got it, baby?
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Or are you fooling someone?
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And someone in a shabby overcoat is hammering the hand of a private
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Eh, their beer would be honey now,
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But Zadornov plays all sorts of jokes from vinyl
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Next line
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Here one grandfather cums on the backs of the spirits
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His name is Sergeant Sad
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And I accidentally watched the picture:
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High fence and you can't see anything
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And the shooting range in plain sight
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I remember those mushrooms after the water
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How I was pearled on a wave,
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And now I'm at war
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With a broken overcoat
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For a year and a half they only ate stew
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And barely survived
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But I remembered the torture with laughter in the bag
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Heads in a box, Koshkin brought coca and eschki
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Slander brought dumplings
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She forgave everything
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I made a bed for her by the window,
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And the right hand warmed like a battery
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She was still blown away.
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But I covered it with a sheepskin coat...
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And kissed, read on the lips, and on the ear and on the lips
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And this is her dream.
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Like from my end
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Cum dripped
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Well, how can you live like this, Olga Markovna?
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Years fly like the wind in the mountains
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How obscene to walk naked when the war is in the city
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Everyone is hungry
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Everyone needs speed
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Everyone needs freedom
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And you Markovna, everything about carrots and beets
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I fucked up the mark by wearing woolen socks over grinders
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I skin, gnawed half a finger to the blood
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I'm covered in heroin
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Who brought me Legoin
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Kamchatka sculpted it
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Tysha deduced formulas, everything is clear
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On the forum, they southeast
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Cyclone to your temple
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Bauman concert on Babushkinskaya
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Interest with Hapson
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Gathering 3 by 3 in the apartment
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We group like snipers
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I'm rushing cartoon with a black cloak
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A letter arrives
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The envelope smells like hach, it's hot
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The case smells like Chechnya
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3 days behind the shoulder of the postman,
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And this is just the way to the road
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I read it, a friend writes that in captivity a blade was stuck in the leg
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This is khachie, and we are White Power guys
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We don't need that kind of bullshit
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Wow, how good I farted just now,
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And now let's drive Putin away
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I have a cobweb on my elbow
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Garik, delivery via Chernomyrdin
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I throw up a ridge at the Vykhino metro station
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Braz and Rum are puffed up
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Well, how can Olga Markovna live like that?
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Years fly like the wind in the mountains
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How obscene to walk naked when the war is in the city
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Everyone is hungry
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Everyone needs speed
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Everyone needs freedom
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And you Markovna, everything about carrots and beets |