Oh, mother, mother, the cop is gasping at me! |
The wand is conjuring something.
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To put it mildly, he flirts with me. |
Whoa, whoa!
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Oh, mother, mother, the cop is gasping at me! |
The wand is conjuring something.
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To put it mildly, he flirts with me. |
Whoa, whoa!
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I didn't leave, no, I was there.
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They trampled on my honor, I was not a reptile.
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One warrior in the field, mom, I will be worthy -
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Although in societies I am not at all decent.
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They are also people, they speak in essence.
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To judge, you are not their judge.
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And in general, let's be simpler.
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- Hear, ma!
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They are also people, they speak in essence.
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To judge, you are not their judge.
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And in general, let's be simpler.
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We are without shackles, God bless us!
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Boys from the yards, and my mother would too.
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Let's recap who stayed, who didn't;
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With whom it is worth moving freely.
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Navo-navole about the sore-troubled we are.
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Laws in uniform will soon blow their heads off.
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Well, what about us? |
What, and we? |
We are loaded
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Positive energy to the floor of the country.
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It's your sons that fill the streets
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And if something goes wrong, shout! |
They won't touch you for no reason.
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It's your sons that fill the streets
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And if something goes wrong, shout! |
They won't touch you for no reason.
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Light a candle for me, mother, even though I am a Tatar.
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I like your God, I am grateful to him.
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God is one, just like the street is one.
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May that smile never leave my face.
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I know you're waiting at the porch for me
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The same young fighter -
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What is the native blood of the Holy Son and Father:
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Do not believe, do not be afraid, do not ask, and fight to the end!
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This is my game!
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New level, bright star.
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Up there in heaven shining for me, ma
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We rejoice in the sun and God-God Jah.
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And when the cops are looking for us -
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In search of how animals roam.
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It remains to be on the run.
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Good luck guys, and luck would always be!
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And when the cops are looking for us -
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In search of how animals roam.
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It remains to run.
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Good luck guys, and luck would always be!
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Oh, mother, mother, they gas me there.
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They conjure something with a wand.
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To put it mildly, they flirt with me.
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Give me something to sign, I don't f*cking do it.
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Oh, mother, mother, they gas me there.
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They conjure something with a wand.
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To put it mildly, they flirt with me.
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Give me something to sign, I don't f*cking do it.
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I don't f*cking do it.
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I don't f*cking do it.
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Judge? |
you are not their judge.
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And in general, let's be simpler. |