Vanya sat down and drew a picture for a long time, where he dreamed
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How two men get too close on a fit
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Diligently, in ecstasy, he filled everything in with details
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Mumbling under your breath the fruits of your sick fantasies
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Open window on the first floor
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When passers-by walked by, Vanya hid the canvas
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There was a thrill in my soul - how to make coming out more beautiful?
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Go down in history as the first case in Russian rap
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We need to add a couple of bold jokes there.
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Just spread the straws, so as not to snip off the pussy later
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You're such a bitch, a protesting mouthpiece
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Covering with noise large holes of empty emptiness
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Fuck the system, but you're in the system, listen
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You so want to be handsome right away and in front of everyone
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It's like you're kneading everything under the stage with eccentrics who shout after me:
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"Sanya, they believed you, but how did you betray rap?"
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Chanson shook your punk -
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You are not Cobain or 2Pac
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To whom is a legend, and to whom -
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Just with a fucking guitar
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You are a graphomaniac
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Less in your protest
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Than in the brown eyes of the soul and truth
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Yes, it's funny to me, but it's true
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Hysterical and feminine, you keep hatred in your mind
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Selecting topical topics for songs
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In a cage from your fictions far from reality
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Toxic impurities, popular extremes
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Are you in a slaughter?
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No, you're in a boat that sinks by itself
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What carnage?
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I would fuck you with just a wink
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Gave a bream for a sharp tongue to a sucker
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Clean, hooligan
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The girl is your sparring partner
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Well, maximum - Khovansky
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One Love to my forgotten backyards
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Where neither you have ever been, hairy science fiction nerd
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And none of those who whine for ten years to get me back to them
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Counting other people's zeros, are you fucking there?
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You, in nature, twisted a picture in your head about everything
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What did you put in your ingenious blue masterpiece?
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How was it for you? |
Don't you mind yourself? |
Or liked
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How long have you been in these sweet dreams?
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Pseudo-intelligentsia, bix with a volume of Brodsky
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Run away, cry on Versus; |
ask Universal
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How much more do you have to write garbage for the next advance
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Walk the stage naked - that's decadence
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You are a fierce pop-singer - from you, devils, I did not ask for a standing ovation
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To every frame that decided to fuck me
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I will say on this track, so be it, for the last time
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Go fuck yourself to the tune from "Brown Eyes"
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I would say something more, but I don't know you
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Your opponent will put on a mask and you will roll
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Turn on my chanson to make everything even more soulful
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Can't make these cheap things even cheaper
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So, I hasten to take my leave! |
Goodbye My friends
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Good luck playing in the deck of an unnamed ace
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Do not hide under the mask of irony the evil rottenness
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I would swim further, but your lake is a bit shallow, huh? |