Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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The river flows, the years flow
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Time is sand, time is water
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It doesn't matter how much, units count
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We are young at heart, not on our faces
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You say time heals
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I will be cured when you put candles to my photo
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And you can think about the future conditionally, but
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No one knows how much is prepared for him
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They don't look for good from good
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Even with grandmas you can be a beggar
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We are losing strength from empty haste
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And we can hardly be called happy
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Time is our friend, time is our enemy
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Time is measured out for us for a reason
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And what is given to lose, what to gain
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Time is a river, you can't enter it twice
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Let the river wash away the sins
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Let him accept like an ocean sailor
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Go to the bottom - yes, but not everyone is given from the bottom
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Swim from here to eternal here
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Let the sins be washed away with water
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Let me be the biggest trouble in your life
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Sadness will stay and forget
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The river will decide whether to swim or drown
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Good luck, brother
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing |
Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Fate played cities with us
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And scattered us ball by ball
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Time is sand, time is water
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The river flows, the years run even faster
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We were strengthened by our failures
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Failures, misses, betrayals and flattery,
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But we step further on the problems
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Trying to figure out who we are
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The words are stuffed into the heart with tattoos
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We should not get used to living with wolves
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Everyone has their own gods
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But only the one who walks will master the roads,
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And the Lord commanded us
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Narrow paths and thorny path
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The correct answer is always simple -
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Life is a river and words are a bridge
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Let the river wash away the sins
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Let him accept like an ocean sailor
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Go to the bottom - yes, but not everyone is given from the bottom
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Swim from here to eternal here
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Let the sins be washed away with water
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Let me be the biggest trouble in your life
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Sadness will stay and forget
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The river will decide whether to swim or drown
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Good luck, brother
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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God gave everything, may God take everything
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And I had a strange dream that I couldn't get drunk |
From the bottomless well
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That night was day
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And the sun dreamed at night
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I saw those at the table
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Who is long gone
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I was sitting at that table
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And there was no enmity between us
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And they paid with their lives for mistakes
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Mom, tell me, please, how can I live
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And let the elder answer for the little one
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And our lives, as if in millstones, were ground
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And dad on his knees in front of the icon
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Mom, take me on a long journey
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The prayers of mothers protect us
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Angels meet me on the other side
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Who ordered me, did not order a funeral
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And my son found death between the Don and the Volga
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Played long
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Let the river wash away the sins
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Let him accept like an ocean sailor
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Go to the bottom - yes, but not everyone is given from the bottom
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Swim from here to eternal here
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Let the sins be washed away with water
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Let me be the biggest trouble in your life
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Sadness will stay and forget
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The river will decide whether to swim or drown
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Good luck, brother
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing
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Wheels are spinning, tires are rubbing |