Looked around. |
There are no cameras. |
Icon in a bag
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At this time, the guard was given an electric shock in the side
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We act as it is said in a dream
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We had a wonderful power
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The third person is waiting for us in the car
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We gas. |
The sun is shining
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A second car was waiting in Kolpino
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The first one was left at the landfill
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We drove and saw how we were circling around the city
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Cars with flashing lights
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There are no roads in the navigator that Kiryukha winds
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Leave in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit
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We are carrying the Mother of God
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From the city of St. Petersburg
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To build a city
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In response to twilight
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Beyond the Urals, in the cold of the rocks
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So that the satellite does not detect us, does not film
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So that they don't see us on Google Maps
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And Babylon was not given
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And Babylon was not given
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And Babylon was not given
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Night and we need to change
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Crossed himself and got behind the wheel
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In the rearview mirror
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police car
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Not breathe. |
"Your documents"
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I'm right-handed, I kept the steering wheel with my left
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Right gun squeezed
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That second from the windshield
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She looked at me, even though she was in a bag
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I held out my license, passport, the major saluted
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Kirya exhaled. |
We are going
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We are carrying the Mother of God
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From the city of St. Petersburg
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To build a city
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In response to twilight
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Beyond the Urals, in the cold of the rocks
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So that the satellite does not detect us, does not film
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So that they don't see us on Google Maps
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And Babylon was not given
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And Babylon was not given
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And Babylon was not given
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It all ended the next night
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Bridge over the Oka, a truck in the opposite direction
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I turn the steering wheel and we fly
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Although they asked us to save
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Kirill swam ashore, with a bag
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The third one remained in the Oka, and left
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My face is plowed open and my chest is swollen
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I don't know how I got there
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Traveled with Kiryukha to the city
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Not a single post without our identikit
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To the hospital or glue the fins
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My choice was
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I understood: the stock of my destiny
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I squeezed out like a tube of pasta |