Serezha is here, and my beloved city has melted,
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This is for you, for the style, it demands you to the wire.
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All hunger fucks you, add it from the remote control,
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For a reason to talk, paw you up to the ceiling.
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Why did that crowd give smoke to the clouds,
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To make life sweet - faces the color of milk.
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So that hip-hop does not fly into the clouds from milk,
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To make life sweet - do not cover garbage
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A-i-i-i, i-i-i-i, and Seryozha warms the knife,
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I know you'll understand everything, you'll fuck us with a planner,
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Then the n * zdezh will rise, x * y calm down, you will leave
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That p * zdezh is so good, either in a sweat, or in a shiver.
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Chorus:
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Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! |
How do you like it?
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There is something there, like a cigarette smolders and smolders.
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This is a cutlet for you, and the format is mp3,
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It's warmer than a blanket what I have inside!
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Yes, and let, and let the clouds fly away,
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Yes, and let me read and you are not cooler.
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Yes, and let us see what will happen next,
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This is Seryozha, the smell of Vaz, Mada Mind in Russia.
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Yes, and let, and let the clouds fly away,
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Yes, and let me read and you are not cooler.
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Yes, and let us see what will happen next,
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This is Seryozha, the smell of Vaz, Mada Mind in Russia.
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Moisture collects in circles, light up bro,
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I'm born here, born in the rain in June.
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And f*ck? |
If it didn't bend, well, we didn't bend either.
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I'm not blaming, I'm quietly blowing on the sidelines.
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All the clouds are flying. |
Silence over the area.
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The quiet breeze of the ship tells us that spring.
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Ay, spring, you are red, pure green leaf,
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Soon I will hide my eyes, because of the growth of a bush there.
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I stand, spit from the bridge, trains go below,
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This life is not so easy, the mouth is open - and fuck.
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They accept here and those, they accept there,
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This noise or uproar, cuts like old Van Dam.
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Chorus:
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Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! |
How do you like it?
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There is something there, like a cigarette smolders and smolders.
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This is a cutlet for you, and the format is mp3,
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It's warmer than a blanket what I have inside!
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Yes, and let, and let the clouds fly away,
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Yes, and let me read and you are not cooler.
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Yes, and let us see what will happen next,
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This is Seryozha, the smell of Vaz, Mada Mind in Russia.
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Yes, and let, and let the clouds fly away,
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Yes, and let me read and you are not cooler.
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Yes, and let us see what will happen next,
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This is Seryozha, the smell of Vaz, Mada Mind in Russia. |