Bazaar to me in Russian!
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Hide your accent
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Sing to me in falsetto, but only in Russian!
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Bazaar to me in Russian!
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Bitch, hide your accent
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Sing to me in falsetto, but only in Russian!
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A couple of villages on fire
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Piglet Peter harnessed the horses
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Croca ate the sun, where is the bear?
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Where to fly?
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Your starship won't take a loss (no, no)
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But it's not all that bad:
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I taught her dialects, now she can be here
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Akat and ok!
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Pale-faced mediocrity - phew!
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Nihilist, get in the loop!
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Your vile motto is ready:
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"Everywhere grub, wherever you spit"
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We are fragmented and tend to zero
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Can you explain bitch?
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Give me a smoke
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Here every motherfucker strives to learn!
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Fuck them - who are you, jack?
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My house is a fortress, your house is an abomination
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My world is a monolith, my faith is an easel!
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Any turn will fuck you up here
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Here your threshold meanders, there are no roads
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You are far from everything that needs to be reached
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Because fucking slime doesn't even have legs!
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Eternal goldfinch, you poor mind!
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In my dirty basket you will not find the bottom - there is a sieve!
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I know how to forgive, but you can't - you are proud of that, so what?
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Your important vow is to wrap them with guilt here
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Celik, we don't give a fuck about battles, we don't give a fuck about language
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Bitch, fall down!
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Viva la vida, I don't understand your bazaar here
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Don't come near us, your mouth is a sewer
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We are like on opposite sides of the walls,
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But I am where the grass is greener
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Roll up your lip, damn it, fuck it
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I hear you, but I don't hear anything
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Their dead language
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Who will understand them, except themselves?
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Street credibility from salt sacrifice
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Authority in the past - pissing for himself
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The dogs are having fun, the streets are dying
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The streets are dying, lowing about the game
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Bazar me in Russian, not Old Slavonic
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You are forever forgotten, you will not be understood
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The tower falls on its side
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I don't understand the language, even though you open your mouth
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You are so similar to me
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But you are so far away, who are you?
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Pull the trunks, and apart for seven steps
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Gunpowder on the palm, but we do not share roads
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We are equally in pain, if Svarog rejoices
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Bullet forward beyond the threshold, ladies forward, we - then
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And on a long flight, where the cord flew so high (in!)
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The tower falls on its side
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I don't understand the language, even though you open your mouth
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You are so similar to me
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But you are so far away, who are you?
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Pull the trunks, and apart for seven steps
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Gunpowder on the palm, but we do not share roads
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We are equally in pain, if Svarog rejoices
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Bullet forward beyond the threshold, ladies forward, we - then
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And on a long flight, where the cord flew so high |