He began to drip barely audibly early in the morning -
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First, a trifle, a little later the first pieces of paper went
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The homeless fascinated substituted dirty palms to the sky
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Harmonicas were cautiously silent in the passages
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Iron with a clang crawled down the drainpipes
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Coins, overflowing the eaves, poured in jets onto the asphalt
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People fought - by lunchtime the drops became more serious
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Those who are smarter rushed out of town in horror until it was too late
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Thunderstorms rumbled, but the air smelled not of ozone, but of paint —
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Someone joked about Deripaska's downed plane
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Parents tried to hide their children under awnings
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But the kids stubbornly and briskly climbed under the downpour
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If hell were like this, there would be more righteous people -
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Birds fight much more humanely for a handful of crumbs
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Empty stores, hundreds of thousands of abandoned cars -
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There is no time to waste, because it is time to pick up pennies ...
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Money rain - chilling depressive downpour
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When it ends, everyone will become kinder and happier
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You can't see the sun behind metallic clouds
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And there is no sky - only a pile of paper and a wall of steel
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Money rain - chilling depressive downpour |
When it ends, everyone will become kinder and happier
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You can't see the sun behind metallic clouds
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And there is no sky - only a pile of paper and a wall of steel
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Satisfied with myself, I salute the sky
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If it wasn't for rain, I wouldn't be rich
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With a grin on his face, the bag was full of coins, and
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I'll get to the house, there I'll estimate the estimate
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I have a suitcase in my hands, but I won't leave here
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While watering like this, I calmly spit on troubles
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I'm yelling from the dead man and from that carriage
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What siren distracts from the artisanal business
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Give it time and you'll see:
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Yesterday's clerk will turn into a beast of the stock exchange
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Then we write, then we compare
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Which of us was able to collect and carry more
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The flow did not subside, the delight continued to grow -
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He scattered paper and metal to the sides,
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But then it got cold, the hero broke into a sweat!
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The announcer said: "It's raining all over the country"
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The seed sprouted nearby with a hundred of the same
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Over the years, the miracle flower has grown, becoming more beautiful and taller
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At least take a picture and put it on a poster or on the cover of a magazine
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Nothing superfluous, well, just the standard of the ideal
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All around it surprised everyone, where did such beauty come from |
And soon the flower was not enough to drink ordinary water
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He seemed to be waiting for something, believed that a miracle would happen
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It came when the bell rang and people ran
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Coins flowed down the stem and stem straight to the roots
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The rain dripped for two days to the cries of children and the squeals of mongrels
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He greedily absorbed everything to the last penny
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You could only catch a glimpse of the former handsome man in him
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Its leaves hung over everything that grew nearby
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Hiding from the sun and moisture the world, once rich in them
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Around the green giant everything is overgrown with weeds
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Now it's being watered with big money
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And every time the watering became more abundant -
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Poured on him with a shower of euros, rubles and hryvnias
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Until one day he broke under his own weight
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It all started great, but ended not so pompously
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Money rain - chilling depressive downpour
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When it ends, everyone will become kinder and happier
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You can't see the sun behind metallic clouds
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And there is no sky - only a pile of paper and a wall of steel
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Money rain - chilling depressive downpour
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When it ends, everyone will become kinder and happier
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You can't see the sun behind metallic clouds |