Born in the Age of Banners
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And party ringing
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Spontaneously arranged zone
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Unity of tribes and atrocities
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Made a squeak like many newborns
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And after casually
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Life sent ON!!! |
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She went -
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Nice, conditional, awkward
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With the law, however, it is not smooth -
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Then grinning like a jackal
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That howling wolf
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I was thoroughly battered by her -
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Satisfied with the scale ...
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Not shuffling
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In the halls for the ball,
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But more often
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Among peers
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More students
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Good spanking
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After growing up
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Weed prickly -
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Then the fists are broken
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That teeth are like a sieve at all ...
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Bruised behind the mouths
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How are we gingerbread -
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The aunts at the front did not give a damn -
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I don't fucking care!
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I was not understood -
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And it wasn't really necessary!..
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And then also to me -
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Found a moron
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The school has sunk into oblivion
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And summer by that school
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Hiccuped for a year somewhere else
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But soon drowned -
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In Krasnodar - in the center -
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In a small ghetto
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under the plan
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We even forgot the names!..
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Aha - how!
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Bypassing the kisses of the ladies on the cheeks -
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Crap! |
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Markets, rings, wallets
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counters
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In the transport - giveaway
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bruised
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We became related to Dino
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Considering invincible
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Our strengths are
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Sailed on...
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We were told:
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"This is bad!.."
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We answered:
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"Fuck ... th!"
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saying goodbye
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We never say goodbye!
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When we leave, we return!
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We do not ask, but we forgive!
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Appreciate me as I appreciate you -
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Keep your last words
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How the heart keeps promises!
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saying goodbye
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We never say goodbye!
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When we leave, we return!
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We do not ask, but we forgive!
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Appreciate me as I appreciate you -
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Keep your last words
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How the heart keeps promises!
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Really
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You were already standing by our bed
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carousel
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And sang a farewell epitaph
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Regretfully
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About the inevitable chopping block...
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From the feeling of collapse -
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It blew fear...
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The crows flew
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Kites
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And their birds
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It smelled bad…
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But we didn't die! |
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We are proud!..
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Ripping off your hands in blood
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About the walls of the grave
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Tearing veins
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Gathering under the nails
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Wet chernozem
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sent death
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To hell with the masty ones!
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Became a ghost
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Like Montecristo
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And you can't hide! |
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We will seep
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Through any cracks! |
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Actually -
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Without measure tenacious sons of a clawed lioness!
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And the trills of the flute rustled -
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I am your wet sweat
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Peace, ava
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Negative Vova -
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There were lies!
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And that
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Who didn't believe in Rap
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will understand
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That he is blind! |
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Will make its mark
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In April...
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We will start forging -
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We will pursue
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From everywhere
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You and your blood
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From cars, balconies and dreams
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Stores
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Larkov
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In cities
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In the districts -
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Something like a little miracle
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From intricately built words -
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And God willing - we will be glad
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See you on the new Triad album!..
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Hello to all friends!
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saying goodbye
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We never say goodbye!
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When we leave, we return!
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We do not ask, but we forgive!
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Appreciate me as I appreciate you -
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Keep your last words
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How the heart keeps promises!
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saying goodbye
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We never say goodbye!
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When we leave, we return!
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We do not ask, but we forgive!
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Appreciate me as I appreciate you -
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Keep your last words
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How the heart keeps promises! |