| You ask me why sometimes I am silent
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| Why don't I laugh and smile
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| Or, on the contrary, I'm joking darkly
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| And just as gloomy and terribly grimace
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| I just live on Lenin street
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| And it cuts me down from time to time
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| I just live on Lenin street
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| And it cuts me down from time to time
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| What do you want from a sick mind
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| In childhood, good people drove nails into my head
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| As a child, they put an enema in my ears and mouth
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| Here I got useful, necessary knowledge
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| After all, he was born and raised on Lenin Street
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| And it cuts me down from time to time
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| After all, he was born and raised on Lenin Street
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| And it cuts me down from time to time
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| I just live on Lenin street
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| And it cuts me down from time to time
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| I just live on Lenin street
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| And it cuts me down from time to time
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| How I hate, so I love my Motherland
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| And there is nothing to be surprised here, right, comrades
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| She's such a blind, deaf ugly
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| Yes, and I have nothing more to love
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| This is how I live on Lenin Street
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| And it cuts me down from time to time
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| This is how I live on Lenin Street
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| And it cuts me down from time to time
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| I just live on Lenin street
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| And it cuts me down from time to time
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| I just live on Lenin street
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| And it cuts me down from time to time |