They will put you on the throne
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They will give a crown, a scepter and an orb
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That's luck, wow!
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You've been going to this for so long
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Rumor will lick from all sides
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You with your rough tongue
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Let them gossip
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It's an integral part of the show
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And you, having heard enough flattery to your heart's content
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Believe that it's not so pathetic
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Well yeah, you were just shy
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His role as a regal sleant
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Only a cheap series about the struggle for power -
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Short genre
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"Well, quickly fucked up!
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Woe needs a new king!"
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Listen old man, damn you could be great
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All you need is a normal hairdresser to cut your hair.
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Or maybe a wig? |
Still need a stylist, you're skinny as a worm
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Either a bum, or a gopnik, or a freak, well, don't be angry!
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And then I see, my eyes are already filled with blood, fuck everything
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You will be in the crown on the throne, the dough is heaped
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The world is seen from a favorable angle when looking down, and from behind the scenes
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I saw how people fought for the right to see so squealing, so hurry up
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Fill out the application: date of birth, full name
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Well, doodle like a chicken paw, the language of dolphins
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Fill in printed and more accurate, thank you
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Your Majesty, you write incredibly beautifully!
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The handwriting in you betrays the conqueror, the leader!
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Surely you were born to be the master
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And we swear with the whole mountain to fulfill your every command
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Throughout the entire term!
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They will put you on the throne
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They will give a crown, a scepter and an orb
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That's luck, wow!
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You've been going to this for so long
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Rumor will lick from all sides
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You with your rough tongue
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Let them gossip
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It's an integral part of the show
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And you, having heard enough flattery to your heart's content
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Believe that it's not so pathetic
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Well yeah, you were just shy
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His role as a regal sleant
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Only a cheap series about the struggle for power -
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Short genre
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"Well, quickly fucked up!
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Woe needs a new king!"
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The head of the royal guard in a cardboard helmet and armor
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Coughing into his fist, at first he will say in a guilty tone:
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"Your Highness, I'm sorry, are you too tall?
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Not tough? |
Are you sitting comfortably? |
Let's give you cotton wool
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Stand up for a minute, move closer to the edge
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You ruled us cool, but we found someone who rules later
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Later, he, too, will lick the gravel at the foot
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But right now he's fresh, crawling out of his skin, an impossibly agile guy
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And you were out of breath somehow, you lost something
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No flight, the aircraft went into a tailspin
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And whatever you say from the stands, your mouth seems to be mended
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Therefore, enough to pizdit and go out, without delay and clothes
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Yes, we're serious, no kidding, get your ass up
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What are you like a stuck cartridge case? |
If necessary, there is a ramrod!"
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Here the boss will look back at his shobla and add:
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“Come on, quickly fucked up!”, - switching to an evil whisper
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They will put you on the throne
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They will give a crown, a scepter and an orb
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That's luck, wow!
|
You've been going to this for so long
|
Rumor will lick from all sides
|
You with your rough tongue
|
Let them gossip
|
It's an integral part of the show
|
And you, having heard enough flattery to your heart's content
|
Believe that it's not so pathetic
|
Well yeah, you were just shy
|
His role as a regal sleant
|
Only a cheap series about the struggle for power -
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Short genre
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"Well, quickly fucked up!
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Woe needs a new king!" |