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. |