| In spite of advertising, a breathless stream of cheerful warmth
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| I'm breaking the rules.
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| You will catch up at the window pane,
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| Quietly you scribble for yourself the krapalik left from your former dream.
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| Only in a bottle instead of vodka is resin,
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| Not in a bottle, not in an office, not sitting, but someone will be put there.
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| The one who knows all the truth of the word will burst like a balloon.
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| Honor and praise will be given to him, the earth will rise.
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| At the beginning of September 1st, there are children in McDuck.
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| I'm in awe, nevertheless I think for you.
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| I press the clutch, I don't see the steering wheel.
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| I'm going to deal with hucksters in the Kremlin area, I'm going on the offensive.
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| Drain me with rain, water.
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| He did not become angrier, stopping in thought, he did things.
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| Here kneaded kneading
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| And if you turn into the sixth entrance, how will the housing office turn on the heating.
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| All savings in the budget will go to the refutation of ideas that the hunchback will fix
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| cross.
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| Millions of rotozees will discuss this, giving their opinion to the crowd, changing themselves.
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| Apologizing and lining up.
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| After all, it will always be the weakling who is to blame, this is always the case.
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| Bitches who find happiness drown in flowers.
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| My pulse was pounding like crazy, not getting enough filok for transport. |
| And the drunken pier rejoiced.
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| The smoke shouted grandly, like: “Here I am, here, everything is fine, respond!”,
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| But in their eyes you are not the one, you are ruled by a demon,
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| Or some kind of left rut, or whoever your overlord is.
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| In this city of junkies and epaulettes, where there are no friends and enemies,
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| And work is in full swing on a new means to kill love,
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| Over powerful bombs, crushing nature in the crevices of the mountains,
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| Over water contaminated with barbiturates
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| Where a brother does not pay his brother in kind,
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| And even in the old car industry, we will insert bass and speakers inaccurately.
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| Without straining, we will come to your area.
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| I know the moral, but I put it off for later, arguing the opposite.
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| Having collected a huge treasure in our hearts, we are beheaded.
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| The inadequate beguiled the shores, melting from the heat.
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| Moscow fried everything here, I made a transplant to a branch,
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| We drove at an accelerated pace to where everyone loves and waits for us
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| On a fast train in the fall in the neighborhood
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| I went out on the next one, but showed up here again.
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| I sat and rode, and rode, and rode.
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| And you were driving leisurely where the fields are blooming again.
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| Slowly on the train in autumn, next door
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| You left on the next one, but showed up here again. |
| I sat and rode, and rode, and rode.
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| And history comes from the free, in spite of everything.
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| I'll build her a house and draw her in with smoke.
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| Basically drowning, being killed.
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| On a beat, like a yok on a board with a nail,
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| Drive away melancholy, leave the principles to the paskuds,
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| But to honor traditions and honor the family,
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| Dissolve seven between the hills, in principle,
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| All the same, without a doubt, love Moscow.
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| Get louder, mind get clear
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| When filtered, perhaps the kidneys.
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| Energy in heaven or where?
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| Boys with courage, they can't be in trouble,
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| While everything is together, while the mover, at the core
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| There are no cases, because there are no songs in the base,
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| There are no people, no arrows, no presidents, there are those who interest you.
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| If there is strength and anger,
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| Perhaps you will successfully leave the spaces of entrances and stairs,
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| But in the yard the overheating is +27 minimum, and you will return, believe me.
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| You will be silent like a fish, you will be in too dirty water,
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| And time is consuming you, the dirty department is consuming you,
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| Underweight, someone else's success or winter revelation.
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| It's for everyone or no one.
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| Don't hold it, throw it on the ground, I'll understand everything, I'll let you get away with it, |
| I will call when the issue of my fate is resolved.
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| I go, I smoke... I don't sell, I just give.
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| I don't insist, I let you know.
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| You all fucked up in paradise, snickered,
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| And still you take where we grew up or were just born,
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| And then they got up, because the parents let their son not be sad.
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| They thought that he was paying off debts without a maza, so he sold his Infiniti without profit.
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| He flew into the chimney, he can no longer be saved, but I am glad, and this is not forgivable to me.
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| Imperceptibly, he became evil, just like everyone else. |