About the song: with the participation of Konstantin Kinchev
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It doesn't matter to the blind man vrubel or shishkin, as long as his guts are a living garland
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They don’t wind it around the claws like in the New Year on a Christmas tree, he doesn’t believe that the dog can be
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more dangerous than a wolf
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Talking dogs call the devil daddy, wear clothes, walk on their hind legs
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They gather in flocks, it becomes dangerous, a loving father feeds them with human meat
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Grinning smile with fury foam, soon they will own the minds of the majority
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The new fashion to be a dog or a bitch, carcasses of dissatisfied people in the freezer on hooks
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The voice calls to the top of the body, the weight pulls down, the stupid creature has lost its meaning forever
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Bites greedily to pieces, tears the flesh, the heart is silent, it has long turned into ice
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Through the cloudy glass we look into the distance, trying to break out from under the ice.
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Without noticing that our blood, like water, turns into ice, a hell of cold.
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Through the cloudy glass we look into the distance, trying to break out from under the ice.
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Without noticing that our blood, like water, turns into ice, a hell of cold.
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Speeding up the air, knocking out a wedge with a wedge, slowing down your conscience to the state of clay
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In another attempt to melt the ice, sending your mind into an unmanned flight
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Splitting blood into fire and water, turning mothers' tears into acid
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When they find out the truth, they will be left without eyes. |
The missing person will not be found by any astronaut
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nor diver
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Afraid of turning into a dog with frozen inside, someone jumped from the roof and swallowed coals,
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But every morning fangs grew and hoarfrost covered coffee cups
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While you are a man, but you have nowhere to run. |
Animal may be brother wife mother
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Listening to the heart day by day, do not forget there is a cold war
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Through the cloudy glass we look into the distance, trying to break out from under the ice.
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Without noticing that our blood, like water, turns into ice, a hell of cold.
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Through the cloudy glass we look into the distance, trying to break out from under the ice.
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Without noticing that our blood, like water, turns into ice 9! |