| So we live this air is polluted by factories
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| we are waiting for heat from the horizon
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| in the heart of the arrows of the almighty sun
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| to everyone who is frozen and laughs with fear
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| guards of the order corrupt mines
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| the devils in power are insolently drowning
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| tightening the noose around the neck and the will
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| here the collar of the mongrels but here we are in the hole
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| we will be alive and we will fuzhit
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| you are not offended by life, you dick proskish
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| what drives us if not taken seriously
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| to the inscriptions on the buildings, my friend
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| we're on the intrigue we're looking for
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| we read books we read waking up without money
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| didn't feel like a beggar
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| bro, I'm hungry from the road, pouring more - into the cap
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| and while I pass the time with verses of mora
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| notebook rod is getting stronger
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| like the spirit, faithful faith will help
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| wrinkle the power of darkness and punish the servants of hell
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| and while we pass the time with couplet morai
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| notebook rods are getting stronger
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| blowing smoke and rhymes into the wind
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| we know a new tomorrow is coming from dawn
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| with a cry in their hearts something to change
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| threads are woven from pen to paper
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| each verse is like a new round
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| God sees on a ball, I see a lot in this
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| crowds rise to this sound
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| I raise smoke from the bottom with a glass flask |
| we hammer and you can't take away this right
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| lihavy in power in fear of falling
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| as long as there is a pulse on the left wrist
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| and I will not take part in your game
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| I am devoted to the idea and those will support me
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| who sees the light moving through the darkness
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| and while I pass the time with verses of mora
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| notebook rod is getting stronger
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| blowing smoke and rhymes in the wind
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| I know a new tomorrow is coming at dawn
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| and while we pass the time with verses we moan
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| notebook rods are getting stronger
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| blowing smoke and rhymes into the wind
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| we know a new tomorrow is coming from dawn
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| I will write someday a book about what I saw
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| how rotten this world we are on intrigue
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| change something but not in her and not in him amiga
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| and from the inside this rhythm does not end
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| see for yourself it's a rhetorical question
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| how much was left taken seriously by the old man
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| in a moment for your history to feel somewhere in the chest
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| a - heart rate
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| while the flame burns bright in the eyes of the poet
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| yell at the top of your lungs yell that you're alive and fight for it
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| with all my heart but do not rush to heaven
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| without leaving a trace here breathe against lies
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| against common delirium
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| Yes, faith and truth will not let you crush you with misfortune in what you are devoted to |
| a new tomorrow is coming from dawn
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| and while we pass the time with couplet morai
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| notebook rods are getting stronger
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| blowing smoke and rhymes into the wind
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| we know a new tomorrow is coming from dawn
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| Rus' is my Rus', I prus from you
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| I can’t figure out sadness in your heart
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| I'm here I'm staying
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| drunken Russia I can't judge you
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| but I won't get drunk today
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| with the boys stomped on the bars
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| and let me be saturated with the poison of a tank city
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| all fuck with me next to friends
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| I know these paths by heart
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| from behind the corner under the hood I will draw
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| against the backdrop of sunset shit hid
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| flew to please his brother back and forth
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| Chelyaba order creative mess
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| posters pitaq a dozen notebooks
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| and so do you
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| and the guys from TGC
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| in micro streams of rollovers without misunderstandings and filmed as it should
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| and while we pass the time with couplet morai
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| faith strengthens notebooks
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| so we live, read and write about it
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| we know a new tomorrow is coming from dawn
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| and while we pass the time with verses we moan
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| notebook rods are getting stronger
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| blowing smoke and rhymes into the wind
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| we know a new tomorrow is coming from dawn |