Braza is completely insane
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Crazy
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The evening will smolder, if only, look, so that your fingers do not burn
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Eternal process - we love it so early to hang a wreath on the cross
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Tired forest, under it the river is your home, remember, son
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You hit first, close your fist, rock hits my player (often)
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Tara groan with longing, small nipples in the rooms
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Whiskey is crushing us with problems, a bony solo album on beats
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Torn shirt, that's how it is, rewind the tape
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My month of May will scatter the ashes, and with it my passion
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You're completely crazy, brother, you're completely crazy (completely crazy)
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I dance lying on the bed, just give me a reason to make a track
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Drink from the cup of urban melancholy (Oh dear man)
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With those who are greyhounds - on knives, and if necessary - a gun
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For everything in the answer, yes, yes, children hear us
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Read the return address on the envelope carefully
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Minsk
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Eyes don't lie, sometimes I hear something of my own
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Years go by, as if someone is rubbing memory
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Children of the biggest steps
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25 floors of a skyscraper, then it's dark
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Remember that connection and that spark
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Something firmly knits me and the time allotted to me
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Familiar cold through the veins of the warmest hands
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Why are you so gloomy?
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Hands below the knees, the head sends greetings to the sun
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Rockets fly away in the shadows
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It's just such a weird rap, what the fuck is it—
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Sounds on the sides, grandmas to you, everything else to us
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Which of us is the bigger psycho (I)
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Huge red ant
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Cool plexus of music plus tech circle bond
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Plus skinny cool bro
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Minsk, underground cats knock on the frets
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Everything is very close
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New note, to Anton's disk, brother (I)
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Well, a day today: xbox half day and water
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Like a stroboscope in the front door, made it elegant
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Time flies imperceptibly, almost does not fly
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I see how threads are pulled between events (Look)
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Walk barefoot around the planet, watch everything about the world (Be like the wind)
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And believe in miracles like children
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Crimea, where a storm in June will wash away the road to a ford and a herbalist
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Will go home bypassing through the mountains
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Three volumes: Atharva Veda, Talmud and Torah
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Opinion name clubs carry some ancient codes
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Everybody wants to fly high with the freedom bird
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Everything below is selling and factories, factories, factories
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That's why Babylon doesn't want to see you old
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Carries past not yet inflated steam
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No space or quasar for you
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How do you like this maza, Braza put together a puzzle
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You are completely crazy, brother, you are completely crazy (no-no) |