| fucking city,
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| The rain is stupid
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| You are in the South
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| I'm in Krylatskoe.
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| You have canvases and paints
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| I have some excuses.
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| Fucking city
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| The rain is unnecessary
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| I'm in Krylatskoe
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| You are in the South.
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| Mud and puddles between us
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| A mixture of lies
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| Love and friendship
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| I returned to the repbaza and live alone.
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| I'm a non-drinker, but walking on the whole head.
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| I left, and here is a tear from my eye,
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| I wanted everything at once.
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| I don't work anywhere, I'm a freelance musician.
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| I set up barricades around myself.
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| I tune the bass myself, and I sing myself now
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| For us for the last time.
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| You don't draw without me, there is no inspiration
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| Maybe with someone you are already twisting through the Internet.
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| Maybe I'd rather live like a human,
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| Didn't lie, didn't take us in a vice
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| It's good when you're alone, at least you can sleep,
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| Sit on the computer to play, do not rock the boat
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| And suffer that everything crumbled between us:
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| All my anger
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| fucking city,
|
| The rain is stupid
|
| You are in the South
|
| I'm in Krylatskoe.
|
| You have canvases and paints
|
| I have some excuses.
|
| Fucking city
|
| The rain is unnecessary
|
| I'm in Krylatskoe
|
| You are in the South.
|
| Mud and puddles between us
|
| A mixture of lies
|
| Love and friendship
|
| You forgave all betrayals and betrayals,
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| Even though all of Moscow already knows about them.
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| You forgave, but I got carried away
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| And finally gave up
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| That fatal desire for all men
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| So that there are many women, but he is one,
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| Does not allow to live normally, no doubt,
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| Everywhere sex, debauchery and porn.
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| You are beautiful as always, no wonder
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| Like in Russia evenings you are delightful
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| The sands of time are melting, so you want
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| Live like a human
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| Time is not sand, but strokes of paint on me,
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| Could disappear from the landscapes of these urban,
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| Or could not be a nerd for the sake of the two of us,
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| For your hair.
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| I will meet you, I will notice you somewhere
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| You smile and turn away
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| fucking city,
|
| The rain is stupid
|
| You are in the South
|
| I'm in Krylatskoe.
|
| You have canvases and paints
|
| I have some excuses.
|
| Fucking city
|
| The rain is unnecessary
|
| I'm in Krylatskoe
|
| You are in the South.
|
| Mud and puddles between us
|
| A mixture of lies
|
| Love and friendship
|
| Mud and puddles between us
|
| A mixture of lies
|
| Love and friendship
|
| Mud and puddles between us
|
| A mixture of lies
|
| Love and friendship
|
| fucking city,
|
| The rain is stupid
|
| You are in the South
|
| I'm in Krylatskoe.
|
| You have canvases and paints
|
| I have some excuses. |