| I grew up in a place where there are too many kidos, where there are many boobies and few babos,
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| Where necks hide from blue hickeys and thought dwarfs trample on colossi.
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| Where is yesterday's buckwheat on the pan, in the teeth is a cigarette under Svetka's p * nis.
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| Where the stool is broken for the fifth year and the veins are shot often and accurately.
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| I grew up in a place where there are few happy people, where there are many humpbacked and few obstinate
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| Where often you have to ** ** the unloved, producing the same as the wicked yourself.
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| Chorus:
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| I grew up in a place that is being demolished!
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| I grew up in a place that is being demolished!
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| I grew up in a place that is being demolished!
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| I grew up in a place that is being demolished!
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| The place wanted to break me and make me the same, throwing vices on my back,
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| so that I become lower.
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| Did not survive, mired in this tart swamp, looking for shreds of happiness in fresh vomit.
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| Eyes opened and saw emptiness, and every wrong one was taken for its own banknote.
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| I knew those who left their heads in this place and I know those who turned into
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| side.
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| The place where I grew up, I love you and hate you, fortunately, finally,
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| I won't see you like this anymore.
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| You didn't give a damn about my soul and gave me childhood, wherever I am, I can't get anywhere from you
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| get away!
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| Chorus:
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| I grew up in a place that is being demolished!
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| I grew up in a place that is being demolished!
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| I grew up in a place that is being demolished!
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| I grew up in a place that is being demolished!
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| To those who left their heads in this place:
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| King Kong, Greek, Whistle!
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| Rest in peace…
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| Two zero zero seven...
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| The start of a new one! |