| Under eyelids made of lead, try it - look;
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| Feet drag along the slow earth.
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| We are below or above all this fuss,
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| Out of nowhere, my death number appeared.
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| I did not conceive it on purpose,
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| Not to entertain the onlookers of the rich.
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| Relatives, even tinder: "We must live for ourselves"
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| But I started my own separate battle."
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| The sun has set, I'm starting to do business!
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| I have something to remember, but nothing to attach me to.
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| Your humble sidekick thought I was a star,
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| And I let his ticket through tired veins.
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| When you no longer look into the eyes
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| And a demon devours your soul under anesthesia,
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| Sick memory deafens only a liter of vodka -
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| And even those close to you are tired of believing your nonsense.
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| It seemed like a failure
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| I was sitting in my room and quietly fucking around.
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| And my mother prayed to God, I realized that I had changed,
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| When I no longer felt her anxiety.
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| Behind the fences, somewhere in the silence of the forest,
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| I tried to find at least a molecule of the old soul.
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| By fragments collecting the whole old life;
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| Admitting all the mistakes I've made.
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| Then, for the first time I knelt down
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| Drawing strength from this humility.
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| Then I forgot what I used to believe in -
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| Although they said "it was necessary before."
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| Then there wouldn't be a scar.
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| I give it to my courts without retribution,
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| That they made me crazy and sometimes cruel,
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| But we were not allowed to forget what we drown for.
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| Moscow in utopias, people in masks.
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| Phils with love, like garbage with hucksters in a bunch.
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| And the layman under the red government,
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| Just gives his life to the insatiable jaws.
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| And it's time for me to go, I'm sorry -
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| After all, my canvases will not be written without me.
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| The sun has set, I'm starting to do business! |
| -
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| And in this case, my rules are always simple.
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| Whoever did not fall does not rise. |
| Know: where is yours, where is the carrion!
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| Soon the sun will rise, and there is no life without truth.
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| Whoever did not fall does not rise. |
| Heaven is so close to hell.
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| We would not erase the boundaries, share everything fraternally.
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| Whoever did not fall does not rise. |
| Know: where is yours, where is the carrion!
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| Soon the sun will rise, and there is no life without truth.
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| Whoever did not fall does not rise. |
| Heaven is so close to hell.
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| We would not erase the boundaries, share everything fraternally. |