| I'm going to Russia, I won't get to the end
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| If asked to describe - it's like slam-dunk
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| Flying back from the ring
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| Or more simply - a drunk girl without a father
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| Just like you, but you know me too
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| Not complicated - these are the facts
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| For the whiteness of your skin and the length of your legs
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| Like Kafka in your castle
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| I'll be stuck at least for the evening
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| You say:
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| "There's nothing to do here"
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| Well, nothing, we'll play for a decent audience, live
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| And in the bar, cash rubles will be poured
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| And so that your girlfriends do not take off something like that
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| Then my kent will collect mobiles
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| Cards in hand, hang out kayfovo
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| You are not whores, we are not morons either.
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| Pieces of smoke into the sky, nights and days fly away, and then
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| Cities float in a row
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| And I'm unlikely to lie, we will never see you again
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| Pieces of smoke into the sky, nights and days fly away, and then
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| In a row of cities float
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| Where I hope we'll see each other
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| But sometimes remember me
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| See you soon
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| I will also remember, I will remember
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| Remember me sometimes
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| And we'll see you for sure
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| I won't forget to remember
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| They share a bisexual bed with me (bi): Katya and Barbara (BI-2)
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| If I were younger, I would score a joint
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| And with my brother I would have scored two
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| And so a bottle of wine, no headache
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| But the soul hurts and the heart cries
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| My life is a war for loot and luck
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| Only sometimes they mean nothing
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| And I will go out at night in a field of wine
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| Under the huge moon that is visible through the hole in my heart
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| We will walk across the field together
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| All the same, I can’t warm myself with one bottle of wine
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| I pour it into the ground where my brother lies
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| “Remember how we fucked up the Volgograd strip club?”
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| Time can't be brought back
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| As from the asphalt orbit, the bitter truth
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| Pieces of smoke into the sky, nights and days fly away, and then
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| Cities float in a row
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| And I'm unlikely to lie, we will never see you again
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| Pieces of smoke into the sky, nights and days fly away, and then
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| In a row of cities float
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| Where I hope we'll see each other
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| But sometimes remember me
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| See you soon
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| I will also remember, I will remember
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| Remember me sometimes
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| And we'll see you for sure
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| I won't forget to remember |