Growing up on the outskirts, I remember monsters from childhood
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Which will make you sweat
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From skinheads to fans
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Many different dominators gave birth to our Gotham,
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But among onlookers or loafers
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Seated in casemates with dungeons
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Where they feed their anger for days
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Most of all I am afraid of those who walk in uniform
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You put on the armor to do the right thing
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It was once the first postulate
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And would you like to follow in the footsteps
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Knights of the Round Table
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But in the eyes there is only emptiness
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You beat women and children and even old people
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I'm so curious: how do officers make imperial stormtroopers?
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And here, under the tsar, we have a crusading order of saints
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Instead of a park, there will be a temple so that your children see only the Gardens of Eden,
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But I know that you are with us. |
Your wrath will descend on them
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After all, there is no more terrible evil that sees God on its side
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Help me, my heart is on fire
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Help me gobble up the lights
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Help me, they've already taken me to the castle,
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But everyone is just waiting for it to go out on its own
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Let them say later that I am always dissatisfied,
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But I'm not screaming just like that, but from pain
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Let them say later that I am always dissatisfied,
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But I'm not just screaming
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If the army protects the integrity and stability of our borders
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If the brave guards protect only
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With a group of close associates
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Even if a cop gets off the chain for a bunch of thrown bones
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The authorities shelter us from everyone, but who will shelter us from the authorities?
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I love my home so much, I love my people,
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But it so happened historically that inside Sadovoye there is a sodom,
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But on the other hand, every year on the day of the city we have a big fireworks display
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He will remind everyone that power corrupts absolutely
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This song is my heavy load, I can't leave behind the scenes
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Wherever I am, I will always be Russian, I don’t want to go beyond the cordon
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And with such quirks I can wake up at once behind the stern,
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And then, until the end of days, fight with the poor for cardboard,
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But I can't do it any other way, I can't take it and keep silent
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This pain devours the whole, so I will leave you at least a part
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I do not regret anything and drive sadness out of my soul
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I know for sure that one day everything will be fine, but I want to scream
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Let them say later that I am always dissatisfied,
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But I'm not screaming just like that, but from pain
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Let them say later that I am always dissatisfied,
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But I'm not just screaming |