| Sit on my face, deep people
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| And Face, and Tsoi, and vice versa
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| Around me Around thicker shit
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| Dude with Kiselyov wipe me
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| My personal dud wants to blow you in
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| Hug and forget about everything
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| Forget everything and be mine
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| My personal dud my huawei
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| Forget about everything Forget about everything
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| As the poet Basho bequeathed
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| Our Russia is beautiful
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| And butter and sausage
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| And once there was no food here
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| They opened their mouths at America
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| They opened their mouths at America
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| And danced to rock and roll
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| My personal dud will show the way
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| To understand the essence of life
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| Forget about everything bend down isse
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| How the poet Basho hung
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| forget everything forget everything
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| As the poet Basya bequeathed
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| Our Russia is beautiful
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| And butter and sausage
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| And once there was no food here
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| They opened their mouths at America
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| And in America it was closed
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| And we licked the empty trough
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| We walked for a long time - heat and frost
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| All demolished - and left free
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| They ate snow with birch porridge
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| And grew flush with the bell towers
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| We chew for a century. |
| Matyugi with prayers
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| We live a century - at least poke us balls
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| We sleep and drink. |
| Days and liters
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| We won't eat. |
| Sing already weaned
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| My personal dud wants to blow you in
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| To and fro somewhere
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| How the poet Basho hung
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| Spit on everything suck esse
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| But please don't forget
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| How fragile the world is, how thin the wind is
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| Our Russia is beautiful
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| And butter and sausage
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| And once there was no food here
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| They opened their mouths at America
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| They opened their mouths at America
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| And lived without melancholy and sadness |