| When there is so much inside and there is no time to soar,
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| But there is an impulse to broadcast from the depths of the hole
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| Do not lose yourself among the same misunderstood as you
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| There is one moment from which we are far away
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| Everyone is waiting for something extravagant
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| Excuse me, this place is vacant, but occupied by me
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| Narrowing the general outlook to prove the truth to everyone is somehow not reasonable
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| I saw a dream. |
| And in it my friend broke his pipe
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| And everyone around said: "it's clear why he's dead!"
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| Slowly planned from the spot to the quarry
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| Because he did not recognize the adopted system of measures
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| And you said: "He is weak!" |
| he doesn't care - there is no evil in his world
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| He knew your reaction all your rotten bazaar
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| Just showed the sky while a thunderstorm is floating towards it
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| Zalam got up in envy and went on
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| No matter what, but just higher
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| And so far his question has remained unresolved
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| Don't sink it now. |
| He just survived
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| Burn me alive, I did not understand everything in time
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| Moreover, I have not experienced pain for a long time,
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| But I remember the city with eyes, salty tears
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| We cannot be returned, winter, the world is freezing
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| In your excitement, whoever you are, or whatever you are
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| There is an opinion that you can help as in books to save
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| Thank you for the core of heat, and the rest is already superfluous,
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| But you know for me how to
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| How to make yourself someone else, tornado style
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| And getting out of the window is not a weakness, no
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| I'll get to my cigarettes faster
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| The wind that was in me has already died down
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| And the negative is highlighted, but not distinguishable
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| Only the first and last meeting is important,
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| And I threw a pipe at the wall, pissed you off
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| Now call, losing strength
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| Give me a son
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| So that from the tavern he called me home,
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| And maybe even with him we will wheel
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| Although it hurts to know that he will be like me, but he will
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| I see here fucking procurators, judges and right ones,
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| And at the parent meeting, calmly getting up, I’ll charge if
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| Then I'm with Maryino
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| Not thieves' concepts, did not read the charter,
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| And you yourself are all normal
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| I will read texts to them, I will read texts, I will read texts to them |