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,
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The rain is stupid
|
You are in the South
|
I'm in Krylatskoe.
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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
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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. |