Then Gourmet skidded there to the edge
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History, Haifa-Moscow
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Yes. |
Connect if
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Raj bit
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I wander around the city among the posters
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Everything somehow looks strange, like a photo on a fisheye
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Here an incomprehensible movement is observed behind the brother
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Just a couple of days after it came out
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Youth is speed, old age is an elite bridge
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Do you want to play a party? |
Well, you have to survive
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Katya fixed the figure and pulled to Paris
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From a stepfather who often drags to the roof
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Here with strange types
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Those who mowed down and maimed by the army - you know who I'm talking about?
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With those who have a chronic runny nose
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The one who has never and who has practically quit. |
Feel
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This is not the first year we have been brewing in this divine cauldron
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Where everyday life is like a beat on an eternal loop
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Who walks nearby, and to whom the command "to the foot" is given
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Here for free poison to the bottom
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Shoulder straps put pressure on the shoulders of the cop
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Minutes smolder like a dry hydra in the spliff
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God forbid, from the points of Kent's hand
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Alive, healthy, and everything else is not a problem
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No, there are commemorations, name days
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Stars of a hero whose merits are nothing more than imaginary
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Love warms, not the firewood of an expensive fireplace
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I would like a lemon and then my whole life would be like a raspberry
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From hell to heaven
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Here in the area a minute walk
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Let him play on the strings
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Fortune under the accompaniment of my destiny
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From hell to heaven
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Here in the area a minute walk
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Let him play on the strings
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Fortune under the accompaniment of my destiny
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He did not spoil her with gifts
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From an excess of nerves, the eyes became square
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Deeds are nasty and stand each other
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In the captivity of paranoia, so you can burn alive
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While I was making connections
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He walked around with an important air, conveyed news to loved ones
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When good, when bad
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We flew over a hundred square meters and smoked in the car
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They put everything on the map, even when there was nothing at all
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With empty pockets, but confident
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By the shore where the brothers took root
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Here they do not forgive for bullshit, for drooling and snot
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From hell to heaven
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The paths are confused, which one is right - I don't know
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God, don't let your brother make a mistake and make a choice
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Someone says it for you to hear
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She could not stand the clatter of dishes
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Quarrel over meat, heifers are sick as bitches
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Where are you, my one, and for whom should I fight?
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It's easy to start, harder to stop
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Walking distance around the area
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The country is like a cage, and we are like lions in it
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We do not train, not to someone else's tune
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If storytelling is fooling around in earnest
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Walking distance around the area
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The country is like a cage, and we are like lions in it
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We do not train, not to someone else's tune
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If storytelling is fooling around in earnest
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From hell to heaven
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Here in the area a minute walk
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Let him play on the strings
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Fortune under the accompaniment of my destiny
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From hell to heaven
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Here in the area a minute walk
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Let him play on the strings
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Fortune under the accompaniment of my destiny |