I woke up right
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On the rocks next to the beach
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Go back to your party - f*ck you gotta
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Return to your life - f*ck you need to
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Refreshed by beer with ashes and wandered off somewhere
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Muttering under his breath like a mustachioed road worker
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Broken zipper on his orange vest jerking off
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The wind blows off the roadside,
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And I could become a Buddhist monk
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Quietly lead a tour
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Around the monastery in the blue jacket of "United Russia"
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I traveled almost all of it
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Free saints in autumn
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Now is it a new stream
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It will come, or the nineties have come
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Trampled on torn shoes
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River banks and city streets
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Oral into the microphone
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Fell off the stage and drank girls juice
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pretended to be a writer
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Books composed and signed
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Someone believed me, someone
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Put over the entire bibliography nihil
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I think that the meaning of life
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On the way to get lost, to lose self
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Throw away keys, rings
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In the park, on the bench, leave your wallet
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No return, only poetry
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Outskirts and the first cold nights
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Boy, whose are you and why are you pissing
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From the catwalk to this clear stream?
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Into my pie with cabbage
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Dropped some rotten meat |
But I fucked and fucked me
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As the holy man Bari Alibasov said
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Now people are in uniform for some reason
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They drive me home from the beach
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But there is no home, there are so many
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Half-closed bar behind a yellow brick wall
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Jumping the fence in the dark
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Calls inside the devil's whisper
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Weird bartender wants
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Pour something into my zero
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So if you understand the idea
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So she is dumb and simple
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I thought about it, falling
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Under the counter, dropped the glass
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So if you solved the riddle
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So the poet is a charlatan
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Smeared cherkash from underpants
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On a notepad and threw three thousand in my pocket
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I woke up right on the rocks next to the beach
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Go back to your party - f*ck you gotta
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Return to your life - f*ck you need to
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To return to the character of E. Alekhine - nah * d
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I woke up right on the rocks next to the beach
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Go back to your party - f*ck you gotta
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Return to your life - f*ck you need to
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Refreshed by beer with ashes and crawled somewhere
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Fuck it, you need it, fuck it, you need it
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Fuck it, you need it, fuck it, you need it
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Fuck it, you need it, fuck it, you need it
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Fuck it, you need it, fuck it, you need it
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Fuck it, you need it, fuck it, you need it
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Fuck it, you need it, fuck it, you need it |
Fuck it
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I woke up right in the hole next to the clay
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The way back to the old life is too long
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The way back to the carnival is too long
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Oranges ripen over the grave
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My mask has merged with my face
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Protein and cheap rum
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I sit on the porch and watch
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So that no one tramples on my lawn
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The suave maniac as Iosif Kobzon
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I'm afraid of demons in myself
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And I feed them stale turnips
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Like vegan chicken
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Take care of your immunity
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Will you ever need it
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A dirty bag flutters in the wind
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With the "Dixie" emblem worn out
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Police blue light
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Flashing like a cold cigarette lighter
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I bring my face to him
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Through the double-glazed windows of the hive
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Revolution or rebellion, what do you want?
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Thank you, I changed my mind
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I will let myself go on Russian winds
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To the times forgotten and gloomy
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Cheap glasses on the tablecloth
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And Melodiya records
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I come from work to the institution
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Dressed in Khrushchev fashion
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Thaw in concrete dust
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Cities like broken beads
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Stuffed rubles into pockets
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Not to come back here again
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All the open field will forgive
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And hide from every life
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Worked up an appetite for vinaigrette
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And salad with Korean carrots |
Hanging on wooden shelves
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And roosters on a stick
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I left my best dreams
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At a halt in Yerofei Pavlovich
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The recent past has sunk
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In a quagmire like the era of dinosaurs
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Yesterday and today cannot be resurrected
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All that's left is tomorrow
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The character of the series with zero
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Views, plot without forks
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"You write badly on purpose
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To read was disgusting?
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They ask me, they send
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Ciphers on my porch
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Morse code redrawn
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The picture goes beyond the horizon
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I woke up right in the hole next to the clay
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The way back to the old life is too long
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The way back to the carnival is too long
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Oranges ripen over the grave
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I woke up right on the rocks next to the beach
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Go back to your party - f*ck you gotta
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Return to your life - f*ck you need to
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Refreshed by beer with ashes and crawled somewhere
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Fuck it, you need it, fuck it, you need it
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Fuck it, you need it, fuck it, you need it
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Fuck it, you need it, fuck it, you need it |