In my city, autumn walks under an umbrella
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It's a warm evening with her, meeting somewhere under the bridge
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Hello Rostov! |
Hi dear; |
let's hug
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Don't forget about me - my quiet, quiet, quiet Don
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My old house, light will come on in your windows
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And it's like I'm fifteen years old again
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Hello my yard! |
Hi dear; |
let's hug!
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Don't forget about me - my quiet, quiet Don
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And you are not at home yet, brother; |
and where it is illegal;
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But we will still do business, we will hooligan
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Yesterday I saw ours... There are fewer and fewer of ours
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Brother; |
there are less and less of ours in them
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You wrote that it's better for me not to come to you
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Well, maybe for a day, it's me... Don't blame me; |
no, so no
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Every cop here wants to capture you,
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But their fuss is an unstoppable draft, you made them sweat
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Here everyone aims at the king, brother
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Here everyone is in the right option, brother
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Less shooting, more knocking
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Bitches breed bitches, teach puppies to growl
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There are many questions, but the wrong ones are asked to be answered
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Neither victory nor draw - the street is now a draw
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Brother, without you, I am in the minority, but their victories
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They dance in front of the cops like sluts on a pole
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Here autumn wears its sad dress, brother
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Now I would go to the sea, but without you - I'm anchored
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I know everything will work out - you will see your mother, father;
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Let's chat without a letter
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In my city, autumn walks under an umbrella
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It's a warm evening with her, meeting somewhere under the bridge
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Hello Rostov! |
Hi dear; |
let's hug
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Don't forget about me - my quiet, quiet, quiet Don
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I would stir up a couple of topics, yes
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Only with no one, brother - none of them
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The book with the cross is smeared with the falsity of their oaths
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Time will hide: both them and us, in the ground like an unnecessary treasure
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You know how I write... - there are a hundred mistakes in a word
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In this letter: a hundred words, brother, but no false ones
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It's like a child's game, and we are from everyone in ciphers
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Mom will call us, shout: “Home, quick!”
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Memory does not fail, and thank God, there is something to remember
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There was everything, but we went through it with dignity
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Right now, rims are out of fashion, but I keep that one
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Your collection is the soundtrack of our stories
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Brother, yesterday I met with a lawyer -
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He came so smart, polished with a folder
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He spoke about the right people, he assured them that the process was underway;
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A little more - and just about, another year
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I'm not going anywhere especially, as you asked,
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And for the sadness in these lines, brother, forgive me
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It's hard on my heart, but the main thing is you're alive
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And home soon, brother
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— Well, what are you writing and writing to him?!
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Buried and forget!
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In my city, autumn walks under an umbrella
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It's a warm evening with her, meeting somewhere under the bridge
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Hello Rostov! |
Hi dear; |
let's hug
|
Don't forget about me - my quiet, quiet, quiet Don
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My old house, light will come on in your windows
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And it's like I'm fifteen years old again
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Hello my yard! |
Hi dear; |
let's hug!
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Don't forget about me - my quiet, quiet Don |