It's three in the morning, it's time to talk heart to heart,
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I exaggerate rarely breathing, moving along the keys of the asphalt,
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Into the subway passage he casually did a double somersault,
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From the total mass began to differ little,
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But I wrote a phrase in a tunnel between two stations,
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It turned out nothing, even in a buzz like that ...
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Made it to Partizanskaya, read it there,
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To hell with all your loot! |
The truth is behind me
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It is unlikely that your ladies knew the price of diamonds,
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And there is no battle except me and another me,
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What will remain adequate today,
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I saw an illusory world, I caught particles of light in the darkness and I am rightfully considered
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rich
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A capricious downpour is dripping from the sky, to hell with it, the ninth verse breaks with a cry
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ward,
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I will soon come out tactile, here is my dear Moscow, such as it was about fifteen years old,
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From Kutuza to the outskirts of the lanterns, enveloped as if in flames, it moves to the rhythm of the house,
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And every man for himself, everyone knows that there is no half of the second and is self-sufficient,
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No credit cards and hassle, everything is in the box, I prefer to be clean,
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If someone asked me the price of warmth, then I will say that in this city love is not a feeling,
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Just an excuse to deceive each other once again, leaving remembering how it was almost not empty,
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The walls have ears, the soul is dug up,
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They circle slowly over the emotional sphere,
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Some gray world
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And how will serotonin transfer those cells to that semicircle?
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Everyone is still sleeping in the city, it's three in the morning,
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Freedom of thought with the speed of telegrams...
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Wake up someone
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And talk heart to heart with him,
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Slowly so...
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I feel exactly like an antidote,
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What will forbid to be more honest than honest people,
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Closes stormy eyes
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And if pain lives in tears, then one of us may need
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(Perhaps you need) - just stupid words!
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It's impossible to do it alone - count them!
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And I will pacify my pride, grab a thousand volts, and let you take me apart point by point,
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One of them is a permanent semiconductor of my love, sometimes even for inferior ones,
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Another builds a frozen glacier, but retreats before the third - the sun,
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who replaced her,
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The sun is one, like heaven and earth - it will warm in the cold, but too quick
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burn,
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The fourth will be just a spark, but it will bring you to the bottom, pretty quickly - like this
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metabolism.
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The fifth is power, the sixth and seventh parts, they obey it, fearing serious
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consequences
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She turns to the fourth, as if something is wrong, in her understandable power interests,
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The sixth is anger, the seventh is the joy of victories, which filled everything, gave peace,
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The eighth holds these seven on pernicious wine, take and drain them all, they will feel
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moment, easy!
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There is only one moment, it smells like school, we sit on anything, but we don’t lie while we are at school,
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Then we are proud. |
that we are sitting, but we are already lying to ourselves, that we will get down unnoticed at once,
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while covering us...
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And my cut, quite durable, but simple, I'm the most trump card
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self-distributor.
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You will move away from me, I will jog, I will run without running away, I will do it more clearly! |