The only one in the macrocosm
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Away from TV cameras and radio stations, alone
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Stars in ice
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Show me on TV, I don't give a fuck
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There are billions of stars in the sky, and here there is one less
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It is useless to argue with an entire era
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And there are many reasons to go unnoticed
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Hey station, this is where the soldier of the sky speaks
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In black shell, faded in poppy fields
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Like a mother to her son, because now a disaster is coming
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Higher mind is touched by an uninterrupted source
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Drug addiction is a cancer of the soul
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Well, don't worry too much while I'm still young
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black abyss
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All those who wish me well, please do not be pathetic when kind
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Come on, fuck, eat me all up, creature
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Just don't let me see eyes full of love again
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I hurt with them
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And what do you want to scare me
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All nonsense and madness, because I'm dead
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Storytelling, as the kid in the topic wanted to be
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In the new millennium, to replace the nineties, I drove a Porsche Cayenne
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Ripping off tired knees in a wheelless race for savings
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Made a name for myself, no matter how it sounds
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After all, the voice of diamond inclusions will give birth
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The individual who missed the chip in the heart and brains calmed down
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Under the incentive to have twice as much as he has
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And I
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I left home educated
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Not one of these courtyards, once was someone
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No currencies to scare
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It's easier to live without money
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There is time to catch the heart
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Everyone loves you
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After all, without risk, you can’t talk about my place
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Today here, tomorrow there, and it's easiest to kill me,
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But not the essence of death
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You will be thrown for mixing up the incentive
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Did not calculate the truthful tone and switched to force
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I'm a beautiful slave of the shores, art of goodness
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My paradise, there are no names in it, why do I need a name?
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Cover me, salty wave
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Change the sea of grievances for tears of joy, drops of delight
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White doctor speech like silence
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They comfort, as a rule, and give hope for a short time
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Hey yo promoter
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Make our concert inside the old building
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Where will we definitely catch a badtrip
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We don't care about little heifers-fans
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We will dance on their corpses, then the cops will come
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With witnesses, one of them will sell me with giblets
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Strongly worried, for the first time flowed
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And two rings close on thin hands
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I will take revenge on everyone at once, because I did not know her face
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In the meantime, meat, blood and speakers wheeze
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I salivate the honest people
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Apocalypse burns this hall with flames and inside the emptiness is no longer mine
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Alcohol, poison and fun
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And all the popularity will go away to sit down at a hangover table
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There is no such button for "STOP" in the model of brains turned into a telescope
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Reception, station, the soldier of the sky speaks here
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You catch your wings, hurry, hey, where are you?
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After all, I don't want to fall into the ground
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So that the seeds of these songs then grow into something imperishable
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The cigarette burns to the end
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And along with this, the indivisible story will end
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It is this
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Look for pop music in it, although, no, it's better to look for a connection with Russian rap |