These birds have forgotten the way to the south
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Because in the south they are not expected for a long time
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Mescaline plus coke, but with two stripes
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Acid patches sprinkled with sequins
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Inspired by Moscow and yellow autumn
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I move at the speed of a helicopter blade
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In this area, standing on the edge of the abyss
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Let go of anger in search of conscience;
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Roots in the soil - an obstacle to dislocation
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Is the crown fading or is it just me
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Who smears what, hiding the original
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Helped, or rather knew where to take
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What's under the layer of skin, no deeper
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It's like a soul in a carcass, oh horror
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It's like drinking from a puddle to quench your thirst
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Or know the truth, but continue to hawal get along
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Eat only what is on the counter
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And, killing the day, break through the contraband
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Blind Vanga, not noticing the ranks
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Jung's theory, boomerang system
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The bar is higher, unrealistic records
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The laws of men against the laws of nature
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Chained in fashion to folk songs
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The yellow press is more interesting than ancient chronicles
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Under a canopy of hopes and beliefs
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Barely sober, fearfully waiting for pensions
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This is the fate of all great dynasties
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Afraid of power intrigues to confuse suits
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This is oil on fire or salt on the wound
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Probably put in a lot, but oh well
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Seek nirvana, but only alone
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Or wait to sit guard someone else's barrel
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In which there is enough gunpowder for everyone
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And the one who is upstairs will quietly turn off the light
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These birds have forgotten the way to the south
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And therefore they are waiting here, snow blizzards
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These birds have forgotten the way to the south
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Because in the south they are not expected for a long time
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These birds have forgotten the way to the south
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And therefore they are waiting here, snow blizzards
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These birds have forgotten the way to the south
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Because in the south they are not expected for a long time
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Know that such a sight is a sure sign
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The fact that he is not a ghost and sent by someone
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In order to confuse our thoughts, pour a little sour
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Hey, bald man, don't worry, fuck him
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We will stand, because we are unattainable
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For those who bathe in luxurious baths
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Whispers on the sidelines touch dirty ears
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Know! |
Mice avoid swamp snakes
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The barge is aground and therefore unsinkable
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We look at the cards, secretly dreaming of swimming
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On my own mind, my own prophet
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Soon on the road, like Noah, waiting for the flood,
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In the meantime, we are hiding in two-room punishment cells
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Living on your own land, as in an occupation
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Trying for nothing - the era of duality
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With humility we believe those who make the news
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The optics are stained, there is a game of ambition
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Heavyweights quote Solzhenitsyn
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Not noticing the birds cursing it all
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Sadly seeing off their last summer
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These birds forgot...
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These birds have forgotten the way to the south
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And therefore they are waiting here, snow blizzards
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These birds have forgotten the way to the south
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Because in the south they are not expected for a long time
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These birds have forgotten the way to the south
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And therefore they are waiting here, snow blizzards
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These birds have forgotten the way to the south
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Because in the south they are not expected for a long time |